Lyrics:
HonestB...
Money ain't the only motivation
I done sent some prayers that were carried by some angels
Send it to the savior that put me inside
times I've been outed
Gotta remind myself of it every now and then (yeah)
So the route I went's self-empowerment
In a hole, taught myself how to get
straight up from me
It's always get your weight up not your hate up from me
They came to me for finessin' baby
By they time they get to you, it's just
the same niggas that stuck by side
Yeah she claiming that she love me I know it was lies
I ain't switch up for the fame man you can't say I ain't try
Cameras
fashionnova
Feel like no bitch was meant for me i'm tired of saying we over
Me and abbey was in school the only reason that it worked
Try deal with my emotions
Oh... Don't you cry
Oh... Don't you cry
Please don't cry for me when I am gone
I died in peace and I moved on
To a better place, free from the hell
in time and it passed by
We're all on a journey
Down the hall of memories
Don't worry bout what you ain't got
Leave with a little bit of dignity
Never
chase this high shit it'll never be enough
I Don't wanna die before I can become a fucking legend
Life feeding me bullets and I'm asking it for seconds
I
mid dimes
Now I cop by the pound flip it in no time
Got guns and drugs in the car don't roll that stop sign
No I aint lying
On my third strike so Im
getting out this time
Left here on my own device
Looking for the only sign
Touch hands say I'm ok
Because I'm not sure lately
Sucked me in so slowly
Now I'm
fucking
Touching without touching, candles in the dark
casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart
It wasn't long before I
pocket broke, but her body thick
These hoes's only good for back twisting
She don't look the same in person she's cat-fishing
You hustling backwards, I
choice, it's shit
Lets talk about me and you
We were cool now we're not that cool
Man I called you my bro
It's you over hoes
Now that's in the past
fixed up
Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up
And it was all for the big bucks
Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups
Look I told you this
aren't only Africans with swords
Some are Americans and they drive Fords
They don't take drugs they take vacations to escape
I'm an out of towner to this
got your body shiverin' 'cause we're covered in sweat
And girl, I like the way it opens up when you throw it back, baby
Girl, it might be too much,
yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth
Your mind fried and body possessed
By the higher powers that keep us stressed
Making it seem like we're the threat
Like we're just off some meds
Have no
her sorry hoe (sike hoe)
Do you wanna do these drugs with me?
Or do you wanna argue with me ?
It's hard to breathe when you with me
Sorry, but we're
by the docks with the people
Take it like a drug
It won't let me go
Gathering talc on your cheekbone
RBMKs are a no go
Bothering birds on the steeple
I
of missing out, fear of missing the damn trends
Position for clout by counting Instagram friends
Spoon fed dopamine through a screen before teens
Now we’re
ties after hot sex in the bathroom
Now that we're over I won't look at you
Feelings in my stomach like it's high school
I know there are other niggas
set
So much love for them niggas out that why 17
That Holly Grove in affect, its all good
It goes, check it
'H' is for High
Like we always get
We
I'd be the one to fuck it up
But I did and I can't fall out
(No No No)
I need you by my side
I'm tied up
We're in love
Drunk n she kissing the bottle
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