Letra

Yeah, Sammy It's an other late night I've been early morning stressin' I'm so sick and tired to second guessin' Biggie preach mo money mo problems I feel it man I got issues and all these people are reachin' Can only trust my opinion They confused by my vision and act like they know me It's just me by myself when their true colors not showing I appreciate the fact that you been thinking 'bout me I don't appreciate the fact that you been speaking for me And I got issues with you and you and you, yeah Yeah I got issues I don't know what to do, yeah I gotta go ahead of my shoulders Shoutout to my mamma and pops They say I'm the child who's golding No, no unidentified jobs No reason for business to stress me out This is my passion so let it out If you're on my way then get out now If you're on my way then get out now They confused by my vision and they act like they know me It's just me by myself when that true color's not showing I appreciate the fact that you been thinking 'bout me I don't appreciate the fact that you been speaking for me And I got issues with you and you and you, yeah Yeah I got issues I don't know what to do, yeah I'm taking these chances yeah yeah For me and my family yeah yeah And I promise we'll make it yeah yeah So don't fuck with these chances yeah yeah I'm poppin' champagne yeah yeah I ain't gonna change yeah yeah I made my own lane yeah yeah So fuck what you sayin' yeah yeah The city never waiting for ya Yeah the city of dreams, it ain't what it seems The city never waiting for ya It's so smoking mirrors Yeah I can make this so I took a chance, grew up Isn't this what you been waitin' for? Yeah Never down, I'm on my way up we can back it up Yeah we can back it up And I got issues with you and you and you, yeah Yeah I got issues I don't know what to do, yeah I'm taking these chances yeah yeah For me and my family yeah yeah And I promise we'll make it yeah yeah So don't fuck with these chances yeah yeah Promise me, promise me we ain't gonna change Yeah I know that shit We makin' a change yeah I know that shit We poppin' champagne 'til you noticin'
Writer(s): Michael Ferrucci, Christopher Valenzuela, Samuel Wilkinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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