| Yo, Them same stuck up girls gone be ugly when they grow up
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| I Spent 4 years grindin' in hopes that I’m a blow up
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| And remained humble, get a new chain but stay with the same hustle
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| You say you love me but I can’t trust you, Man this game ugly
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| I stayed high just tryna stay above it
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| I’m in the streets just tryna stay in touch with
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| Everything that I grew up with, That’s how I make my money
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| Young niggas on the rise and you can’t take it from me
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| And I put that on me, keep my circle nice and small I gotta couple homies
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| That’s on my day to day, I know a lot of people but I just stay away
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| Cause ain’t none of them gone get me paid
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| I try to talk to God I’m tryna pay, But I just don’t know what to say
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| In life you just gotta find your way
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| Watch yo back nigga and guard yo face, In hopes that one day
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| It’s so hard to keep a clear mind, dealing with life’s field mines
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| Shit blow up once you think it’s all fine
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| But I’m a keep on trying, like my grandma did
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| Been in the nursing home for 10 long years
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| But she forever gone stay right here, that’s in my heart
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| I get attached to everything I start
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| And resort to action when it’s time win, cause I don’t wanna end
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| Girl I don’t want nothing if I can’t have it all
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| Not insecure, that’s just how I was taught
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| You moving on? |
| that’s what I never thought
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| In this life I just need some love, only something true
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| I guess that’s why I’m tryna fuck witchu, Don’t wanna be alone
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| Don’t wanna argue just wanna get along
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| Not in the mood I don’t answer phones
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| Just need some time I’m tryna free my dome
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| Girl come over let’s get it on, and watch me never stop
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| To make up for all them other times… |