Lyrics

Aye Maybe I'm stuck in my ways, carry the pain when I face off Can't sacrifice for the play, ego won't let me get laid off I never go and face my tragedies, I don't want it though Life is life, that's just the way it had to be Had a war, my brothers turned to casualties I don't even grapple with reality Got some issues rooting from mentality Had to go and question my morality Too much sugar turned into my cavity Don't address the issue, that's what jay do Took a milli' death to change to Drive my problems away, that's a safe route Black bodies in the breeze, that's a strange fruit Life been dire, that's just what it came to Marc and Tony been feeling the weight Make a life from these samples on Y.T, I've been searching and digging the grate I can see the opps tracking my next move, I can never go give it away Try to keep my passion for the art though, intercept on my steps for a pay Chopper crashed, ain't nothing been the same since Way behind, we ain't running the same sprint Only cap when you talk, what's the basis? Clear the seven feet like my name Vince Don't embrace the darkness, but it ain't bright My ambition and Shaq be the same height Say I'm out of control and I got no limit But my hero said "go on, the job's not finished", yeah Only fear failure, not even the dead Come for my mans, we gotta defend I'm spending my life, we in the red I seen the message, but I leave you on read No one was there, I was searching for help All on my own, got it off of my wealth Moving too scary like they into stealth Put him 6 feet if he come for my health Keep asking questions, you act like the feds I stand by the word man, I said what I said I'm doing the rap, got ideas on threads I'm minding my business, I get to the bread Talking that heat, but he not into that Wiping his nose but we know he ain't slatt Hit out the park like Babe Ruth with the bat Tough on the net, so we keeping his tracks Struggle with the greed, I'm needing more Asking where I'm going, I don't know Searching for my purpose in the place Got my foot, we kicking in the door Shooting only, I ain't never pass Blood on leaves, I'm staying in the grass Too advanced for them to ever grasp Going through the whips like I was massa A only, B is not a plan Got my lover tripping off the xans Woah like it's dex in '18 I put 50 thousand in Japan Kick 'em home like they was getting banned Riot rage like 45 was tan They was ducking smoke, I never ran Lost Friends, I thought they was my mans Uh Uh A breakdown like this hardly ever sentenced This lil wick is my incense like mayan Remember the stripes in Maya Times like papaya Sweet beats from jay, but you better not think it's sweet I've been up and down for that one piece My brother ride around for that one piece 24 karat gold, a dream of one piece Labyrinth in my mind, dodging it for a piece of sleep Pray for my brother who's deceased Hope he's in a better place See no evil in his regards Knew it was better ways To each their own though, float your own boat Niggas getting in my way, huh, you get hurdled Uh uh uh, yeah They be getting in my way, they getting hurdled Step aside, Wabo and Holly ain't tryna hurt you Jordan is goat but I hope you ain't take it personal Rest in piece to Chadwick, Kobe Bryant and to Virgil
Writer(s): Louis Straker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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