Songteksten

Seem like I've been dreamin' more than livin' givin' women lobster Spendin' all these earnings on these .30s and Balenciagas Tax for the play, it's drought time nigga still cop Project bitches, she never been here we just finish shoppin' Facetime my daughter, I've been busy with this rappin' flow Expensive pussy, in the trenches she from Calabasas How the hell that happened? Pussy good, so I bought it twice Ain't seen the opp, since I caught a flight She say she vegan, so she order rice These random thoughts but it's more to life Homie still stuck, I can't save him, so I bought 'em pipes I pray he make it through them gang nights I had to make it through them same nights Lotta practice to have my aim right Used to daydream of what this fame like Appreciate the pleasure know what pain like It's homies in the feds, I'm in Hollywood It be hard to celebrate Silence, gettin' head, tryna meditate Drop it, then it sizzled and it separate Wonder if the cuz went to Heaven gates They was sellin' dreams, we was sellin' weight Pull up in the foreign, tryna steal the show Heard the good die young, well when the fuck the killers go? And when you go, you go alone Clubway mobile phones When they lettin' flags free? When this bitch goin' home? Versace on the bed sheets, she ain't ever feel that And if I really made it, why a nigga still feel trapped? He don't really pray to God, he got worse problems Still ain't made a million, still ain't kill who shot 'em Still grind from the bottom man and he still ain't kill who shot 'em Shit, he still ain't kill who shot 'em I'm only livin' what I know Through the pain I gotta grow Yes, I could've done better should've done better If I knew better, but I'm only livin' what I know Through the pain I gotta go, uh Yes, I could've done better, should've done better If I knew better but I'm Tendin' to the body count Smilin' at my ocky out Dirty hammer, swap it out I know that they talkin' down fuck what suckas talking 'bout Lackin', we gon' walk you down We don't clap, revolve around Gang, what it revolve around Active when your dawg around but passive when he not around Baby mom's got her 'round suck me 'til she cotton mouth Took it to the box, paid lawyer, that his mama found Even though he lost, he stilla fella 'cause he fight it out You solicit drugs to who I love, blood we fallin' out I don't loan you nothin' I don't love you, fuck you talkin' 'bout? That's weird shit, fuck 'em middle finger what I steer with (yeah) Nigga premo keep a package of that pure whip The love is purified, every time you called me, I was finna slide Fuck a suit and tie, we uncivilized (yeah) What you tryna live or die? Snitchin' get you victimized (uh) Niggas talkin' all this solid shit ain't never hit the line Niggas talkin' all this tough shit on hella different lives We know that you livin' lies A&R was minimized Death before dishonor, that's the only quote I memorized Seen my nigga finna die, I'm thankful that he didn't die Told my lil' bro you could be whatever you visualize, yeah You could be whatever you visualize Why is it black lives only matter outside of genocide? Hard to make amends with a nigga that's from a different side We gon' go to war with whoever, at any given time (yeah) We gon' go to war with whoever at any given time Even if it cost me my life or them people give me time Ayy, free the guys, reach for mines and I'ma do you slime Polaroids and green dots keep the goons alive Move aside, cloudy diamonds bein' scrutinized You don't want no smoke with the fella fella that's suicide Yeah, tell 'em niggas that's suicide I'm only livin' what I know, uh Through the pain I gotta grow Yes, I could've done better should've done better If I knew better, but I'm livin' what I know Through the pain I gotta go, uh Yes, I could've done better should've done better If I knew better but I'm
Writer(s): Unknown, Rahjon M Ii Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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