Lyrics Writing On The Wall - Demrick, Jag

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)