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I just keep it low man I won't even speak Gotta reach the goal You gon fold in a week Eating with my bros Left my soul in the street Reaping what I sow This for yours and my niggas Break they doors I need entrance All on the floor is this living Crying at stone Can't get high I keep sprinting I feel trapped Must be the city on laps Forgot to look back cuz what they told me Gotta keep sneakers on me you never know when a fade slide Legends only in the click right Work like we playing with the 80s like Kobe Rest In Power Peace too many homies Death coming Listen slowly Ancestors my family Eating fruit off the family tree Heard the snake was a angel still let her be Still All I really want peace Rest in power and peace Te Freida First nigga that I seen what paint can be You ever seen paint bleed we work hard Clean strong she put us on Whatever that shit keep going Painting away feelings like emotions Pictures like the ocean reflect I ain't seen myself vivid Long time Tears got my eyes blurred we stone skipping Rivers when I'm gone play these songs for my niggas on me No lies. Hope heaven got a throne for me I'm prolly be somewhere dancing with the big homies Queens all my kings like Peace. I just keep it low man I won't even speak Gotta reach the goal You gon fold in a week Eating with my bros Left my soul in the street Reaping what I sow Imma sow what I reap Seen it all before Okay. Life gets more jarring by the day James Harden. Take a couple steps Back and hit the J, uh I been in the field. Trying to catch a play I'm talking early like matinee Tryna break a savage state of mind I was sick of chasing time Had to get it on my own You die if you wait in line I could never fake a vibe For a little taste of shine HA Fuck do yall be on I just book a plane to fly Every time i feel alone and It's often I misplaced my mind, yeah I lost it Inspiration like a blunt Gotta find the light to spark it I've been close to giving up I was blinded by the darkness Said I did not give a fuck But still would like someone to talk with Psychadelic drugs had me looking at my carcass Really miss the love, hate feeling like a target I just need a hug but these days no one is arms length Never trip or fuss bout a problem If I caused it Gotta reach the goal You gon fold in a week Eating with my bros Left my soul in the street Reaping what i sow Imma sow what I reap Seen it all before
Writer(s): Devin Burgess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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