Success

Fuck that my ****, I told your bitch ass my ****, It’s up for you

You ain’t want to believe me ****, now you finna find out the fuckin’ hard way my ****

Ain’t no moving around out here in these streets my ****

Ain’t no nothing, it’s up for you and anybody that’s with you my ****

So you better keep that shit solid you bitch ass ****

It’s quiet for you my ****, ain’t no moving around

Ain’t no show money, ain’t no hittin’ no studios my ****

I got **** everywhere, and we with that my ****

I told your bitch ass my ****

We was tryna go the gahdamn top my ****

Now I’m finna make it real difficult for your bitch ass to move out here, my ****

Ain’t no moving around

Ain’t no more shows, ain’t no more nothing

**** is lookin’ for your bitch ass now

It’s up, my ****

Ain’t no bitches in the streets, ain’t no nothing, my ****

We on every corner looking for your bitch ass, my ****

Yea, we the mailmen now, my ****

We on your ass finna deliver an ass whoopin’ homie

You understand me, my ****?

Do I make myself clear homie?

‘Cause it’s that right now

You feel me my ****?

Fuck all that

I been maneuvering energy you see my chakra balance a joke

I could feel a stoppage that’s blocking my inner me

you’d think my enemies watching me close

It would be a mockery stopping, far as I’ve gotten

if I’m honest, we Callin’ it close

I won’t get a therapist, but good with sharing dilemmas with y’all, why I’ll never know

Leave me lone

I can’t vent, tryna be strong

I done been gone, following signs

carrying on, evening odds

burying bones, bitch I’m a dog

terrier mode, tell ‘em he on

tell ‘em he home, my dear

the price, my dear, your life, I fear

when dice hit serpent eyes, I swear them lights get bright

show me what your life is like, the real one

swear these **** be ready to kill one,

drill one

pull up and just peel sum’

watch that pressure cooker bubble (damn)

different type of stress when they don’t love you (damn)

different type of lessons, it’ll humble you

WWF, it’s a rumble too

the plummet is peak, the plunger can’t reach,

the shit got too deep, think I need to

breathe

man what the fuck happenin’ to the mission?

**** entitled with titles missing

the mind is a trip, it could be a prison

But Miles told me success’ll hit you different

But is you listening?

Is you listening, no

what the fuck happenin’ to the mission?

**** entitled with titles missing

the mind is a trip, it could be a prison

But miles told me success’ll hit you different

Did I listen?

Did I listen, no

No, no

No, no

Aye, this that type of shit that make you want to break sometimes

Think I need a break (think I’m finna break)

I’m out my head

Aye, this that type of shit that make you want to break sometimes

Think I need a break (think I’m finna break)

I’m out my head

Think I need a break (think I’m finna break)

I’m out my head

Think I need a break (think I’m finna break)

Where’s the love?