Lyrics

STOP... WAIT... They just be mad that my pockets be hitting While watching them bleed uh Loui and Gucci be rubbing my neck Up and down to my sleeve uh Brothers be dying and fighting with violence That start in the Street loosing my friends And I just wanna grieve But so many cameras be saying to Cheese I ain't got time for no games Keeping my friends in close range So many bottles and models That come with this life But i'm best when I'm on stage And this shits amazing But I just be getting complacent My boy Floyd tamed me down Reminding me what I am chasing They just be mad that my pockets be hitting While watching them bleed uh Loui and Gucci be rubbing my neck Up and down to my sleeve uh Brothers be dying and fighting with violence That start in the Street loosing my friends And I just wanna grieve But so many cameras be saying to Cheese I ain't got time for no games Keeping my friends in close range So many bottles and models That come with this life But i'm best when I'm on stage So fuck off If you is not with me If you is not with me then fuck off Cuz old friends say they love me nah They must be thinking i'm dumb Had all of those nights were i'm hungry But they never picked up the phone I was just waiting so patient For someone to give me a chance In my room started developing plans Working, and working, and working again I had to find the real me And I had to level the bullshit Cuz all of the people around me Were starting to see that my working was ruthless And they know I won't stop no no Until im on top no no But now its just crazy to me That they switching whenever I drop no no no They just be mad that my pockets be hitting While watching them bleed uh Loui and Gucci be rubbing my neck Up and down to my sleeve uh Brothers be dying and fighting with violence That start in the Street loosing my friends And I just wanna grieve But so many cameras be saying to Cheese I ain't got time for no games
Writer(s): Triston Rose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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