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Aye, I gotta story to tell I told myself years ago that I won't fail But I gotta watch for those That'll scam you with a phish mail The dreamer Been trying pop off like a fake nail Uh, I want wish wells Even when I take L's Keep my money strapped tight Like a hay bail You can't tell that I'm broke Cause I dress well I'm not going into debt to impress 'em I remember I wanted to fit in But they made me feel less than That's why I just left them Achieving in this rap shit I feel like I'm destined That's prolly why they shook and feel threatened Cause I put effort into shit While they slept in Damn Remember recording Five deep in the cold room? Now this studio is lonely And I don't know you Anymore Piss poor attitudes Making it is not a maybe It's an absolute I got them showing love And I feel the gratitude Applause at the shows Only grows as I continue To put it down at every venue What I been through might offend you Cause with every mishap I re-up'd and hit back Yeah, harder than hard On some Lil Baby shit It's my turn to burn up And keep it wavy like a perm does Uh I can't afford to go back to my old ways I was too anxious To make a move in those days On the real, on the real I keep it 1K for you always Yeah Been down since Forest Hills dropped Now I'm plotting on collecting bills Til the wheels pop Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah Bitches come and go Oh that's how they live, huh? I'm tryna be the head honcho And stack dough That's a cake boss Boi you look goofy as hell With your fake floss Too many wannabes Aubreys Nowadays having a Drake off While I'm creating my own lane Where I can take off And strip the dummies for they're grip Investing in myself So I don't live with debt like Kate Moss Nah I ain't no g I'm more poetry Speaking my mind on beats I feel like they want blackball me Why? I came from ghettos But I didn't let those Environments overshadow Who I am And what I does I'm Shel Silverstein The way I'm falling up I can't afford to go back to my old ways I was too anxious To make a move in those days On the real, on the real I keep it 1K for you always Yeah Been down since Forest Hills dropped Now I'm plotting on collecting bills Til the wheels pop Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah Bitches come and go Oh that's how they live, huh?
Writer(s): Ishmael Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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