Tekst Utworu

It's bigger than myself. Look up in the Mirror Spitting image of the health That I've neglected Maintaining wealth made me selfish Can't tame the hell I was dealt Still I prevail out the well Man I'm sinking in my lows Baritone what the vibe like Reaching for my goals I just can't get the time right Feeling get exposed when I roll up a dime Where to go? Niggas clones Trapped souls in their minds I ain't Bryson still I'm piping till her back break Know when you approach me though You better have yo facts straight Informations currency Really though I'm stacking for a rainy day Stash so I can make a way Loathing in this COVID While I'm tryna mask the pain away Fuck it though I'm focused I cant let the passion fade away Yeah Roll something nigga Yo Cool on all the non sense Told you we are not friends Nigga fuck your top ten Keep the trigger tucked on yo block Cuz it's hot and these cops scared Shit, We keep getting shot and it's not fair The world would be so bleak without the color I ain't worried bout a stream when my People being under attack You Cant run from The facts This world evil boy you Better keep a gun in yo lap Cuz you gon need it Cold truth. Man that chain is just an old noose Grow ya own fruits pour juice when I produce Sip it slow fool. Feed ya mind this ain't Whole Foods Hold what you gross. Let em know you're not the old you All in never fold. Walk in breaking old rules An 8th and pro tools make the flow smooth Yeah
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