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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YSN Fab
YSN Fab
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fabian Jamiah Brown
Fabian Jamiah Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G1
G1
Producer
Jwest
Jwest
Producer

Songtexte

I got nobody to go to, so when I'm alone I just write songs Ain't lookin' for no type of handout 'Cause I got the world in my palms I walk through the rain and I fight storms See my path in the dark like my bright's on Taking risks wherever dice thrown Never felt I belong in a white home How you tell me you love me but you just take from me Tell me what you desire if you didn't make money Steady chasing my dreams they call it slave runnin' Every struggle I face got keep my faith pumpin' 9-5 it ain't for everybody You can't make it in rap what they couldn't tell me Murder cap my city everyday a homie Funny most these niggas virgin they ain't caught no body Pops said I'd be locked in the celly The way I was moving ain't healthy Shoutout my brudda that's Nelly 'Cause he hold it down he don't fail me My mind on my lady and money Ain't mad when it rain 'Preciate it way more when the sun is beaming I don't say much but these broke niggas screaming I treat my opp like an insecure boyfriend He slide in my DM delete 'em The youth looking up gotta lead 'em Stick to the books 'Cause the streets have your friends sayin' free 'em Slave to the money what's freedom Gave up the smokin' to keep young I can't lie to you I used to smoke and drink just to get away from all the burn Hard headed can't tell me nothing It took me sometime just to realize I won't learn Put all my feelings on paper to keep my mind sane And my phone was on do not disturb Big bro said my flow tight I feel I got no life He told me be patient and wait for my turn I got nobody to go to, so when I'm alone I just write songs Ain't lookin' for no type of handout 'Cause I got the world in my palms I walk through the rain and I fight storms See my path in the dark like my bright's on Taking risks wherever dice thrown Never felt I belong in a white home How you tell me you love me but you just take from me Tell me what you desire if you didn't make money Steady chasing my dreams they call it slave runnin' Every struggle I face got keep my faith pumpin' All that I need in this life is a pen and paper I'mma drive to the rack ain't no hesitater Where I'm from you would feel endangered I go reach for the stars you an undertaker No choke slam I feel a high when I'm up on the stage I got dope fans See my niña it sing like Mariah It'll make a nigga wanna slow dance I needed fixing I broke down Where to go when you feel all alone Really it's fuck everybody I'mma tap into a different zone now 'Cause I been living like a boss The way that I view it don't know what they lost Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts It's hard to be present my past always haunts (My past always haunts) I can't be living no false life It's a dog eat dog I'mma dawg fight Rather stay up in the stu fuck the spotlight Struggling but my lord say it's alright 'Member dreaming I would make it in the ball life But I got another chance to beat the hard life And really nothing matter why you all tight I'mma keep on spreading love till my pulse die I got nobody to go to, so when I'm alone I just write songs Ain't lookin' for no type of handout 'Cause I got the world in my palms I walk through the rain and I fight storms See my path in the dark like my bright's on Taking risks wherever dice thrown Never felt I belong in a white home How you tell me you love me but you just take from me Tell me what you desire if you didn't make money Steady chasing my dreams they call it slave runnin' Every struggle I face got keep my faith pumpin'
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Jamiah Brown, Juan Tabarrejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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