Lyrics

Thoughts stay moving I'm on the road Too bad long ways to go Ain't no water I'm drenched in gold They don't see it I bet you so So tired - so stuck - I'm trippin Treat my writing like it's hieroglyphics First glance you could prolly miss it Same talk put "I" in spirit Turn my heart so loud you hear it Till the words turn incoherent Till I can not preach no mo Till the rays in sun turn cold Till the day I cut my fro Hella sharks in the sea fake love to prosper those is not your bros We split the pie and not chance to finally have control Move like shadow only find me when the sun in close Why don't you run and go cuz right here niggas moving stones To feed the village gotta turn into pot and stove Who lit the fire in your blunt you coughing out the smoke Who killed and cut the goat you worship while you stuff throat I've seen em contracts camouflage yo death as something more I've come in contact with a version of myself I loathe And it ain't natural I tried to add the difference I'm not making up See I don't wanna die before I make enough If you could give me everything I'm thinking of Will I get enough, will I get enough I tried to add the difference I'm not making up See I don't wanna die before I make enough If you could give me everything I'm thinking of Will I get enough, will I get enough Got on my pride like a winter coat Quick draw when I clutch the pole Danger outside when your rights is sold, Gotta run miles on your tippy toes Well I'm flat footed Down to earth I just passed way Had to get tuff I'm Mr. Clay Mr. Stone no finsta break Rocks had built my whole estate Rasta man I grew my braids Where we come from we de stay Get a kingdom like Mansa Musa Put tribe quest in constitution We go to war gun fire acoustics I try act like I ain't chose it Can't lie sound lil like music I wrote this song in Houston Right on a Alief building Where I grew up like flower Got all my super powers And the greater we get the more we counting dollars Dirty hands on the check gon put my kids through college Hope what ever come next is second next to dollars But the heart on my chest no longer beating loudest I tried to add the difference I'm not making up See I don't wanna die before I make enough If you could give me everything I'm thinking of Will I get enough, will I get enough I tried to add the difference I'm not making up See I don't wanna die before I make enough If you could give me everything I'm thinking of Will I get enough, will I get enough
Writer(s): Armstrong Tanyi Orock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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