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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kieve Johnson
Kieve Johnson
Songwriter
Henry Calvert
Henry Calvert
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man them niggas been hating me and I See why I made it keeping it real Ten toes to this pavement chasing a Hundred mil Look homie we are not the same Got my shit from out the mud Them niggas couldnt stand the rain Hold up aye I do it Keep it ten blueys in and outside of This music nigga Yeah I saved face in the hood Waited my turn did it my way like I Knew that I should Them lame niggas been hating on me Seen the change in they faces and shit I threw gender reveal when I seen that My dog was a bitch Its rules to this and I can't change a Thing homie On the highway to it staying in my Lane on em Paid attention to what my momma Said I Could be whatever I wanted Just gotta focus on my grind I ain't got time to waste it Yeah Look No not a minute longer No half times i want mines until this Thing is over Yeah aye Not a minute longer No half times i want mines until this Thing is over Yeah aye Mama always said it would be days like This On Her knees head high as She Prayed Like this Good God Amen Still wondering where the love all Went They want best for me better say that Then No therapy and counseling may I vent Had to step over it like the AI pic Upfront front row better Say my shit Tribulations came with the trials Anybody back stabbing came with a Smile Know I let you down but imma make You proud All my life ever since I was child Looking at my family portrait granny Gorgeous Grass cut low in my family fortress Manifesting till we can afford it Sweet tooth come through in them Candy porches Since knee high knew I was a prob. No resume needed the man for the job. I been on my shit like a bag full of flies Navigating to it with this map in my Mind Aye what's a promise land from where They break those Get a fresh grill and Drape robe Till the day I earn my wings in the sky Where do geniuses go when you Actually die That there's rhetorical Ain't no Tutorial Call her a snack she ain't a Oreo One of kind I got the formula Dead prezies it's a memorial They over looked us, now we ignoring Em Speaking my truth, turn a booth to a Podium Time gone tell, We all gone see I'm a OD... Till it's OV
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