| Mama said, «Never take advice from a nigga with no money»
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| This is my world, don’t tell me how to run it
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| Old niggas, washed up, Joe Budden
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| Got enough to feed the needy, tell that nigga hold something
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| New nigga, Coupe sicker
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| Pull up and the roof’s missing, two bitches
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| They know a nigga do business, at Ruth Chris'
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| Got maids that’ll fry chicken and do dishes
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| Now they know the wave is hot, the face is hot
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| Watching all the rings I got and chains I cop
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| Cartier frames on watch, I made alot
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| From days had to make the wop to make the drop
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| Niggas know
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| There comes a time in your life, you gotta sacrifice
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| I’m paralyzing the parasites when I pay 'em no mind
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| From paradise, I’m playing this shit to paradigm
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| Dropped «Paranoia» and started having the fear of god
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| I’m running round round round
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| I’m running round round round
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| Yeah
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| I learned a lot about your early 20s
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| You’re never full until the glass is empty
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| We used to round up change just to eat at Wendy’s
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| But shit I’m tryna count change in the back of Bentleys
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| All hunnids, no twenties
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| Fuck rapping, gotta make it as a man
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| Came out of my depression and I blamed it on the fans
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| The anxiety was killing me
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| Burn a couple bridges, started drinking past my limit
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| Then shit got real for me
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| Paranoia was misstep
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| I still play it back and I skip tracks
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| If it’s an 'L' then I’ll hold that
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| But not forever, its the get back
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| Started peeling back layers to my soul
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| Fuck the fame, I don’t even wanna make it as a whole
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| Suits gettin' in the way, Cuzzi had to take control
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| And from here on out, it’s a go. |
| JLF
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| I’m running round round round
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| Stepped in the club it was crazy
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| I wonder why these niggas hate me
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| Probably my all-black Mercedes
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| .45, never on safety
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| Not even Jesus can save me
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| Not even Jesus can save me
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| How did I get this deep?
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| 10 toes in my sneaks
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| 2 feet in the streets
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| 1 hand on my gun
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| How did I get this deep? |
| (it's ok, I promise)
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| Before all of the tours
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| In Toronto, was pure
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| Honest Ed’s on Bloor
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| It was our lovesick
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| And we didn’t want no cure (can you feel it?)
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| Well me at least
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| How did I get this deep?
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| (I'm running round n round)
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| Do you still love it
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| Yeah
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| All I wanted was peace
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| They just wanted a piece
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| Now I got blood on the leaves
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| From the killing machines
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| (someone's gotta go through it)
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| How did I get this deep?
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| How did we get so deep?
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| (Not even Jesus can save me) |