Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keanu Clarke
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
Oh yeah I like this one
Ha, yeah check
Aight bet let's get it
Check
I'm still tryna figure out the good from the bad
Life happens fast it can put you on your ass
Dollar and a dream you just gotta make it last
Twenty - four hours and that trouble is your past
Keep your head up gotta stay up
Never lay up
I know we met before baby now I got a shape up
For the hundredth time you look better with no make up
Tell that little **** that Neak got his weight up
Five One Six
Ain't no competition **** they can't rhyme like this
Yeah they wanna play pretend I rather die like this
I know I got it on my own that's why I cry like this
I know I got it on my own that's why I cry like this
I wanna live not survive
I wanna show the gang better while we still alive
I wanna have a son when being black is not a crime
I want it I want it I want it damn I want it God
I wanna make it out
Never took the holy route
Still believe in God and what he truly bout
Single mother I don't know Mama how you did it
But now giving you the world is my only mission
All them nights I was starving in the basement
Never changing
Pull up same faces
L's I can take it
Blessings I can taste it
Brothers with a nine to five and brothers catching cases
I wanna live not survive
I wanna show the gang better while we still alive
I wanna have a son when being black is not a crime
I want it I want it I want it damn I want it God
Written by: Keanu Clarke