Lyrics

I been grinding with some patience I Know it's a virtue Same Shìt that make you stronger be The Shìt that hurt you You too old to put the blame on the Ones that birth you Thinking out loud they still acting Like they never heard you My mama proud I gotta let her know I'm proud of her too Talk is cheap they Penny loafing Bought them niggas church shoes The whole world a shade room that Hate Still a burn through The next step my best step I learned From the first move 10 years flew fast never was top of My class But I ain't let up off the gas stayed on Track I Hawked they ass They still talking bout that pass I Been talking with cash Being broke wasn't no joke don't ask Me to sign my cast Had to jump off in my bag I can't post up looking sad I'm busy eating with my team got the Itis I won't crash We quit beefing as a teen I swear We'll still get on yo ass Fresh the lightest yes indeed fuck Around and Hulk smash I watched my daddy bust his ass While mama busting hers too So I'm forever going in I'm grown with a curfew The guys forever gone be bad they Terrible They turned 2 I'm Jack Bradley grandson I turn it up For Kerfew I been grinding with some patience I Know it's a virtue Same Shìt that make you stronger be The Shìt that hurt you You too old to put the blame on the Ones that birth you Thinking out loud they still acting Like they never heard you My mama proud I gotta let her know I'm proud of her too Talk is cheap they penny loafing Bought them niggas church shoes The whole world a shade room that Hate Still a burn through The next step my best step I learned from the first move Preach my life like it's a bible watch Them highlight every verse A pussy nigga killed my Granny she Ain't get to see our first Unspoken words full of hurt but take Them all for what they worth God forgive me of my grammar I Hope that nigga in the dirt They say I'm Generation Y why this Shìt Come with a curse You live fake that's how you die can't Tell ya side you in a hearse Real love gave me a high but always Kept it player first I Still ain't going through no phone And never once went in a purse Niggas messy like these hoes piss in The pot they trying to stir I been staying in my bubble I never Been the one to burst Talk my shit it's Breaking news and You gone get it from me first Leave that Shiesty Shìt to Pooh Thinking you him gone get you Murked
Writer(s): Jaren Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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