Lyrics

Look, Don't mean to surprise ya Boy if you send me that shit then I'm sliding Im bout to blow up and cop us a jet And then take me a victory lap with the pilot Aye Bitch we going private So underrated but know that we whiling I keep a Mac in the back with a clip on my hip Either way ima let you decide it See i just be cooling if you get to fooling then we can get violent I hit the up the plug to pick up some purple And pull up and homie that shit lookin violet Whoo You know that i tried it I been struggling to open my eyelids Soon as i do i see people confused Like how you been living off rap and surviving How you be killing that shit then revive it Take a shot I don't ever miss How you be making yo statements the loudest Eleven years still relevant I put all my money back into myself Man that's the best thing that i ever did Now a days I take a look at the game And really be like what the fuck is this Don't nobody even rap no mo Hold on wait a minute let me put you on beat because yo shit don't flow Even tho i been the underdog don't nobody want to get involved Homie you don't really want smoke Sticking to the code I've been independent for a minute Never thought about selling out though Even i know A lot of people want to get a little bit of bread Shit we want the whole loaf Damn Y'all don't even write your shit Waste time in the stu tryna bite some shit That sound like every other rapper coming before you But the sad thing yours ain't as nice as his Ive been tryna find inspiration cuz i find myself feeling so complacent The rap game ain't what it use to be I use to love to chase but now what I'm chasing Fuck adapting I'll keep rapping Hold a middle finger up to you when you I make it happen I miss the days when it was all for passion Man look at the game now that's what it's lacking I can't stand when I doubt myself Still figuring about myself The bars hot like I'm about to melt Everybody want to hate on me Until a motherfucker finds the wealth But everybody know i won't stop Until the day they put me in the ground like Pac Everybody fake it til they make it I'm not Everybody fake it til they make it I'm not Shit This shit turned to a joke to me I feel like I just prayed and he spoke to me You been workin really hard at what you hope to be And you been doing everything that you suppose to be Yeah
Writer(s): Jesse Shirts, Jessie Sterling Garrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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