歌词

Wash away my sins with that dirty water Grew up with the stick-up kids and the drug importers Got dropped dimes, we toted nickels and we slung them quarters Now my passport blasted, I've crossed a hundred borders That merch been selling like its meth, we trying to cover orders My old heads aint teach me shit they were fucking snorters Out of line, I heard you're gossiping on court recorders My life Illmatic it was written, God's my only author Salutations Life or death, we made evaluations Self-made, no longer seeking no one's validation 100 bottles in the club that we valet the Wraith in I learned that love and hate is the same thing, it's all adjacent Can't get complacent I've got bills to pay Fuck em if they feel a way Exactly what my killers say Signed up with my soul, they cashed me out a couple Mill today My youngin's in the streets, I flew them out so they don't drill today And it's so hard to be a role model While I'm fighting with my own demons Pouring out this gold bottle I was all alone scheming I took those streaming checks and spent them on these stones gleaming Out of touch, might cut my phone off for the whole weekend Isolated from the world Sometimes I stay in my bubble Firearm in my possession Hundred K in this duffle My mama told me, count ya blessings You got angles above you I'm out of touch and I keep stressing Trying to stay out of trouble Say in my prayers I'm on this lonely road I'm sliding Putting these drugs into my body till I'm vibing Forty on me in this coupe This world is violent
Writer(s): Myles Hadley Lockwood, Elijah Ohiri, Jonathan Kliaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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