Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Writing On The Wall , by - Demrick. Release date: 27.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Writing On The Wall |
| I grew up on success |
| Born to regret |
| Don’t want my mama over my casket mourning my death |
| (mourning my death) |
| I see so many do with less |
| I gotta hustle hard |
| Stay focus get a finesse |
| (get a finesse) |
| God blessed me 'cause this world tempt me |
| (world tempt me) |
| Niggas envy me so many player friendlys shit want to end me |
| That’s why I’m riding solo |
| Ain’t nobody with me |
| (nobody with me) |
| And with we got a problem you can come and get me |
| (come and get me) |
| It’s hard to see the truth |
| I was stuck up in it |
| (stuck up in it) |
| But only a chosen few get to go the distance |
| (go the distance) |
| Speeding through life |
| I don’t know the limits |
| (know the limits) |
| Lost a few of the homies |
| They no longer with us |
| (no longer with us) |
| We pouring liquor out for them, move forward |
| 'Cuz I know that can be me with no warning |
| (no warning) |
| I’m thankful I get to see another morning |
| Kiss my bitch |
| Remember this «I get everything I want» |
| I don’t know everything |
| But I know this |
| They going to plot you |
| When you out here tryin' to live |
| Think about it every blunt that I twist |
| Pour liquor for the niggas I miss |
| I don’t know everything |
| But I know this |
| Might slip but I’ll never lose grip |
| If I trip I ain’t never gonna fall |
| I can read them like the writing on the wall |
| JAG |
| (I don’t know everything) |
| I’m a |
| Niggas calling me tripping |
| I got a burner but they ain’t looking |
| Niggas calling me slipping |
| But niggas fuck around with me |
| You know be tripping |
| Bombs be spitting |
| The family times |
| Moms be missing |
| JAG |
| Back on mine shit |
| I know that these niggas a switch |
| Talking about who he killed |
| That means that a snitch |
| They’re out there making reports |
| I know that shit be extensive |
| So many deaths |
| We can’t pour out Henny that shit be expensive |
| Smartest around |
| First in my class |
| But the streets had me researching my past |
| So I doc it all up |
| And hit up the block |
| And started working my bags |
| I know that karma goin' hit me worse than my dad |
| I mean that’s just what I get |
| Yeah I had the whole buy-in |
| That’s just for my clique |
| Niggas say they want the real for me |
| That’s just what I spit |
| And I ain’t know everything |
| I just know I’m a G |
| And if you got a problem |
| Say less |
| And know I’mma see |
| I don’t know everything |
| But I know this |
| They going to plot you |
| When you out here tryin' to live |
| Think about it every blunt that I twist |
| Pour liquor for the niggas I miss |
| I don’t know everything |
| But I know this |
| Might slip but I’ll never lose grip |
| If I trip I ain’t never gonna fall |
| I can read them like the writing on the wall |
| (I don’t know everything) |