Lyrics:
what it costs
From the ends man's from
I will send man shh
Only way that I know is repeat
Can't fall out of love with the game
When the targets ain't
Grab your SAD light and IPA
Cause there's only four hours in a day!
There's no need to be sorry!
Have an Alaskan party!
Grab your dry fish and hacky
back when I was two, under the blazing sun
Three years old, there was a time where I'd play and run
Imma look back and reminisce to when the days are
Like they say back in the day
Sticks and stones and all that shit
You gotta have tuff skin when you up in this game
Especially if you doin your thang
found a new man
They were thrilled by me adding
But my neck was still open
You still kept on grabbing
Until I found my voice
Then I moved to your void
Cuz
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
Puff like Rick Williams call me Miami Dade runner
Days of plunder for a pirate, that's OK, gunner
Dashin' through the field by trees, call me the blade
don't take kindly to out of town strangers
Sheesh that was ruff mane
Tuff game my Body in enough pain
YoungBull let ya nutz hang
Win or lose you an da
Ain't it obvious there's pain in me
From way back in my past?
And the only way I let it goes
By staying in this lab
And by putting pen to pad
I relieve
People brought up from the gutters, so they want a part of fame
But life ain't a piece of cake (Cake), I mean there's a lot at stake
Most of my friends was
trips and Disney
He never missed one of my little league games
When I was 5 he introduced me to Springsteen
The only sound from his radio in '91 was
to the 3rd degree
Back in the day on the blade
Sometimes cut cables and
Stay out the way
Still got paid just a middle man middle man
Learn the game from my
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
you back to a part of your
Brain that you hardly ever even visit
Back in the 'Bad Habit' days
There was not one track that you didn't slay
You had one
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
bitch was foul
Them niggas next door to me smoked weed and Man that shit was loud
Once I took a puff I was so high I was on a different cloud
Made it feel
hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
Used to make
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
a game of 2K
My day ones they getting aid
Got tight ends likes a box braid
See not once have I ever prayed
So don't think that I'm scared to slay
Cause I'm
that I'm back like a player
Shooting three points in the game nigga pay up
Nothing ever been the same nigga ask my day ones
And we gon say it once,
Keep
Wakin up its just another day to play Chay No mistakes and you already sad whats that
Guess cause I woke up from my 10 hour nap
Dream walkin
a splash
Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in
of discarded snow
That I assume came from Zamboni's but, uh, I don't really know
In the summer it would melt by the end of the day
But in the winter you could
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