Lyrics:
Ear some thing real, what the games been missing
Before I could talk, I was christen
Not my decision, How I was risen
What I was given, Guided my
drawers
We just stack up but look at the day, okay
We took a, we took a face, alright
Don't worry bout what I make, I made
You niggas be pocket watchin
Oh
Yeah yeah
Troubled by the morning air
My fear is the culprit
They could never wear my shoes
or step in these loafers
Long road, wide sky full
to keep 'em at bay. And I'm
Living my days sipping OJ
Sipping OJ yeah sipping OJ. I got
Hopeful days, they floating my way, got a
Long road waiting, yours
of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, see'mon, see'mon!
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
Everybody watchin', you surprised 'em, they ain't know you was comin'
You've been grindin', you ain't comin' out the pocket for nothin'
Your baby mama
"Is he
Really human or is he a robot?"
Because when I'm on the microphone nobod-
why does the things that I do
My voice will guide you
Once you hear it,
"Is he
Really human or is he a robot?"
Because when I'm on the microphone nobod-
why does the things that I do
My voice will guide you
Once you hear it,
got a headache
First day I started sell rocks by the deli
Don't give em nothin', these thots gotta beg me
She want a baller, these bitches be thirsty
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
fuckin' going crazy (Yeah)
I got all these voices stuck up in my head
They talkin' to me but I can't understand
I try to escape but they pulling me in
I
shows like Malone been on the road
Spark the fire make it glow now I can never slow
Leveled up to a pro from all the nights I never lost hope
Stood by my
the shots
I'm like the Durell
Order stitches for these snitches
Dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
to cope with life,
It's tough
But it's nothing that they can't endure,
I gave 'em the armor and power to keep moving forward,
I gave you the voice to tell
enough
Fuck 'em
Look in my face, my eyes red as blood
It's nothin'
Mr nickels ain't known for lettin' up
So cuff 'em
You think this champagne I'm spillin'
to hit for 50 bags nd tear dat road up
cint no 36s every Rollie you see 4 1
They tried to sco but we got on em thats a interception
Stood ovaa dawg nd
the same old guy
I used to live with anxiety
Tension diggin' inside of me
Had to give up my pride and see
Where the bigger horizons be
Psilocybin for clarity
the screams, Plug One
Shot up with fame like novacaine it made me numb
So numb I wouldn't been able to feel niggas
Diggin' in my pockets for my currency reels
smart
Big fish feed em to da sharks
For 2k leave him in the park
Zoey balla broke alot of hearts
Every V7 push to start
Brody drunk diggin on the narcs
like payin' for everythin', haha
Yeah (he's callin' me right now, wait, hold on) (stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
You thought I was feelin' you?
don't need no discussion just Moët
This is just the repercussions when you hear a threat
Leave em in the cemetery i ain't talkin' pet
Run up
me stuck in the trap
I keep my head above the water get a bag and make em mad
I make em mad
I get a bag and make em mad
I been up and i been down
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