Every Man For Himself (feat. Frsh Waters)

Every man for himself

Yup

Of mice and men

If we gon live on this rock

Imma put rocks on my neck

Right by the jugular

Pray they never get enough of ya

Pray ya woman open up to ya

Open like ya hit a bubbler

Really it's me against myself

I try not to take your bullshit personal

Who been hurting you

**** been curving you

Every man for himself

Until yo body need some help

Even with shotty on yo belt

You just so obviously melt

I seen big big men crumble

Brown hands in the jungle of

Gold chains in a bundle

Throw that tv box hallway

Boy we the type to keep humble

We the type to duck trouble

We the type to fear God

Why you think they still love you

Why you think they still love you

Why you think they still love you

Why you think they still love you

Why you think they still love you

Why you think they still love you

Staying the course

Fucking of course

She'll ever divorce

We sweat through pores

We drew our swords

And still want more

Look every man for himself

Would you die for your wealth

Would you ride for ya boy

If he headed down south

On a treacherous route

Imma ride for my people

Imma work till we equal

I'm allergic to the evil

We the goats

We the Beatles

Sticking to it like a needle

Every man for himself

Yup

Of mice and men

If we gon live on this rock

Imma put rocks on my neck

Right by the jugular

Pray they never get enough of ya

Pray ya woman open up to ya

Open like ya hit a bubbler

I know you strong and all

All that weight up on your shoulders that you bear alone

You don't cry no more that's how you carry on

Carry on yea

Carry on

Carry on yea

Carry on

Let me through

Let me in

We came to party

We came to win

The world's on fire

The world's on ten

But we not safe until we let somebody in

Let me in

Running in place

Saving a seat

Sowing a seed

Growing a tree

All of my needs

Knowing I want more

This world just giving me grief

Need some relief

At least I leave

With more than I came with

Can't sit in the same shh

I don't fit inna same split

Yea its growing pain

Old souls don't feel the same

Onna rode less traveled

Too many judges

Too many gavels

Not enough love

And that shh free

We was just paying attention

Now im just saying

All I see

The thrill is gone

Fly by night

Rolling stone

Roll one up dint roll alone

If you do just hit the phone

I was a call away

Come to your aid assist

Giving & go to get

How you receive the sea

But you deny the rain

Watching out for a forecast

Can't foresee when it change

Its more to me than you think

How you gone see when you blink

The day you plant the seed

Ain't the day you eat the fruit

Keep church onna move

Every man for himself

Yup

Of mice and men

If we gon live on this rock

Imma put rocks on my neck

Right by the jugular

Pray they never get enough of ya

Pray ya woman open up to ya

Open like ya hit a bubbler