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I been feeling like niggas going Against me Why they don't want to see me go Get this Shìt Why they acting like this Shìt can't Be attained A lot of Shìt to lose but a lot of shit To gain Why they acting like I'm a average Nigga Cream of the crop rise to the top I'm too hot can't stop and drop I had to give it all I got too much Pressure make them pop What made you feel some type of Way Got you fucking with the opps Got to have your mind made you Fucking with me or you not Jumped off the porch and played For keeps I Really had to earn my spot Tried to turn the other cheek but Niggas playin on my top We lost some niggas to the block We lost some Niggas to the Glock I don't compete I don't compare I'm just here for my shot Picture me rollin like I'm Pac The bigger picture can't be Cropped The hatin spreading nigga trolling CDC can't get it stopped Niggas picking up they dribble it's Like they nervous with the rock They Ben Simmons on the block Niggas scared to take a shot They told me time a heal your pain I went and bought another watch Can't let time slip away I'm Interlocking with the clock Off the porch land on my feet a Couple niggas got some knots Pops dropped us at the game pop Quiz on what we watched TA and Nick ran the sweep I thought Them niggas couldn't be stopped I ain't gone front I got in the back And all they moves I tried to mock The way that Jab hit that hole still Give that nigga props Rodney running circles round Them They couldn't see him out the blocks My big cuz kept straight A's get Out of school straight to the block I watched some athletes turn to Felons That Shìt really had me shocked I had to learn from they mistakes Talent only go so far I talk that shit they can't relate they Ask me why I go so hard Cream of the crop rise to the top I'm too hot can't stop and drop I had to give it all I got too much Pressure make them pop What made you feel some type of Way Got you fucking with the opps Got to have your mind made you Fucking with me or you not Jumped off the porch and played For keeps I Really had to earn my spot Tried to turn the other cheek but Niggas playin on my top We lost some niggas to the block We lost some Niggas to the Glock I don't compete I don't compare I'm just here for my shot 2013 got sent to war missed my Oldest take her steps The connection was too poor sent Happy birthday through a text Boy that hurt me to the core Throat sore ain't have no strep Cause I done swallowed all my Tears homesick with eight months left Shìt wasn't right so they got left Heart grew cold it wouldn't melt Mistaking clout for exposure Niggas goofy on the net I was stamped as a soldier way Before I went to meps A lot of weight up on my Shoulders Still hear Coach Edge say get your Depth They always told us play for Miller You get benched you play for self We took that L in November that's When miller up and left You cheered for me on that field Then cheer for me on this mic Same pastor praying for me out Here dissing on my life Told me god don't like ugly I ain't Turn handsome overnight I know if I pull up on him they Gone tell me I ain't right Stay the fuck up out my business When you don't know what its like You don't want to see me winning Then feel free to take a hike I been facing all my fears Still carrying pain from all these Years If you can't tell me something real Then watch my love disappear I got some niggas in the cloud I'm Hoping that the view is clear I left some niggas in the rear When they supposed to be right Here It ain't my fault you missed this Train Don't try to blame the engineer Shìt never what it appear they run When it get severe Ain't hear the birds and the bees Trusted bitches I was horny Cream of the crop rise to the top These other niggas really corny
Writer(s): Jaren Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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