Lyrics:
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you
(Chorus)
It's Too much problems and the hustle done declined
Im dying inside I still tell them that im fine
It's too much dark clouds I can't walk
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
the Godfather
See me on my grind
See me on my game
Like all the time
Like MJ when he spitting his rhymes
On the B-Ball court
Ain't no child support
Cause we
THE BUCKS
THEY JUST LIE, LIE AND LIE AGAIN
THEY ALWAYS WANNA TRY ME WELL TELL THEM TRY AGAIN
WHENEVER SHIT WENT DOWN I STOOD BY MY MEN
PULLED HIS USO IN
short like a tweet
I'm just a fucker elite
I'm too old for tok tik child leave me alone
Get out of my phone
House music get out of my home
I'm schooling
high blown in the meanwhile, my profile
Of my styles unusual from a buckwild child
But in the meanwhile (yeah)
I can kill that ass softly like an Al
so I can sell em by the dime
My vision getting blurry almost like I went blind
I done been through some things and you can see it in my eyes
Keep it
tell that man to chill, we tryna make a mill
We tryna pay the bills tryna get my ass a deal
He said it’s hard to sleep so he pops a couple pills
Having
the plug, I done got high off my own bud
Them sixty hour weeks wasn't sitting well
Fifteen credit hours of hope, with sixty hours of hell
Or maybe jail with
never seemed to change.
He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much
switch
Or like light bill went past due, turn off that shit
Or like soulmates were born there right by my side
But then how much would I appreciate
stuff in my life does suck
It's not like there is something wrong with me
I'm a child that's aged 30
They're always telling me
If you’d have done better
Beast in my city king in this country
My own brothers done tried to bow to me
I'm like nah niggas we all kings everyone of you got they own thing
Been
Young Weezy in this motherfucker handcuff her
She ain't nothin' but some stairs
I done ran up her
I feel player haters' stares
They ain't sayin'
The needing of needles, prick my skin
Cold blood is boiling, start the binge
Aggressive injection, the track marks run
Intended supression, finale
Sittin' here thinkin' 'bout how much
Life has gone by wonderin' how much longer
How much more time
We will need before it's said and done
Before we
fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind you could have
done better but I don't mind
You just sorta wasted my precious time don't think
well"
I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You could've done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
then maybe I ain't in it
Champagne, champagne, celebratin' my campaign
I just dug a well in West Africa
But how many of my friends is African, huh?
No
By Day
I ’m just living life
Day By day
Day By Day
Living life day By day
I can’t take a lost
I paid my dues
I paid them off
gotta pay the cost
I’m
One, two, three, four!
Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
no time for patient or complication
Let's get it done right, my clique airtight
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
So niggas lose stripes or lose
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