coping (feat. GloverOfficial)

We been on our Yeah Yeah I'm always in and out the mix And always out the dodge Can't have no hate out for a bitch I gotta give 'em love But sometimes They be on that shit And tell her cool out And roll a dub Cause i'm tired of her shit Whole time I am really up Trying to be better than i was Last year blowing stacks on stupid shit Just cause i could Feel like Baby only want me for the wood She wish a lil' engine could Get up in the mix Babygirl, a nigga Pretty good already It ain't no hate I just need space after i n** Up on your face I got get back to work My exquisite taste Keep me up late For lack of better words I Don't make mistakes Only lessons learned That's how i see it If it happens once I really can't repeat it Heard you feeling hatred Better not come speak it Cause them words we finna make you Eat 'em Talking wild but it might get you Caught up For that shit called treason Aye, nah for real (Nah for real) We been outside on the block They not for real (They not for real) We ain't moving crack Just raps Nah, for real (Nah for real) I been trying to get better Get a better bill Nah, for real We been on our grind Nah, for real Nigga talkin' wild, but he not for real He been acting like he hard He not for real Reconcile with loss Not reminiscing often Dodge the Menikmati State, no Eric Koston Cinco different roaches rested In a gauntlet Closer to a light to tamp And tamper with the darkness Nun' but pressure I be pressing on regardless The body advertising cuts and bloody gauzes Battle scars attained from ventures out to harvest For us Withered, weak Too weary-felt to reap the charges And say it with your chest, flex Only half the time Then reassess A bit obsessed, yes With winning, aced the tests Blessed Minute since I let stress Diminish what's possessed Put on for the fam Do it for the crest When I started I was littered with the stress Of trying to be Aaliyah Feeling love from being at your best Until I recognized it's fleeting Hard to feed the bigger threats No need to get upset Coaches yelling Beefing with the refs Doing what I can And trust it work, more easy to accept Losses coming by the the way of life Way easier to step While two stepping to cadence of my breath The scope on one percent The target locked Coping, I'm a mess