Lyrics This Far - Jpaulished

This Far

Never thought that I would
Make it this far
Got a long way to go
But i’m this far
Who’d a thought that I could hit
Rock bottom
Come back maybe blow up
Like this fall
Moving like a Rocket
No Chris Paul
Money in the pocket
Like this ours
Ain’t no point in stopping
Till your bitch call
Matter fact I got like
15 missed calls
As a kid I wanted to be like 50
Bullet proof vest
Jeans that did’t fit me
Funny cause now them shits
Skinny
Middle finger
Way high
Rolling through the city
I don’t wanna
Save ya
I just want the kitty
No I’m kidding
I don’t want a hoe
I just want a milli
Wife like Chrissy
Bitch I’m a legend
Like Will
House in Calabasas
Party in the hills
If that’s life goals
Bitch imma get it
Imma fucking do it
Cause I said it
Hanging out the window of the Lexus
Fuck that
Rolling in a ghini
Flexing
Top back
Haters can you see me
I should
Stop that
Heir to the thrown
Bitch I want my
Spot back
Million dollar home
Where I want my mom at
Left a message on your phone god
I’m just waiting for my call back
A loser in the eyes of society
Doing my best not to have my job fire me
As I write inside my diary
Talking about the future that I wanna
Live entirely
Based around money
And a following
All my friends hollowing out
They are giving up
Calling them out
I don’t know what the fuck
You are doing in school
Unless that’s actually what you wanna do
In that case
More power to ya
You just power through the
Bullshit and cow manure
They gone try to fool ya
But never lose sighta
Your dreams
Despite the light at the end of the tunnel
Being farther then it seems
But you gone make it
C’mon you a beast
You like LeBron
When he played for the Heat
We all gods
One day you gone see
(yea)
Never thought that I would
Make it this far
Got a long way to go
But i’m this far
Who’d a thought that I could hit
Rock bottom
Come back maybe blow up
Like this fall
Moving like a Rocket
No Chris Paul
Money in the pocket
Like this ours
Ain’t no point in stopping
Till your bitch call
Matter fact I got like
15 missed calls
Ain’t no point in slowing down soon
Houston we got a problem
Paulished on the moon
I don’t think he ever coming back to earth
He said life’s a bitch
And he snatched her purse
Seemed kinda pissed
Like he high off perks
But ya’ll know that mu fucka
Don’t even smoke
Head spinning
Like a fucking rotary phone
Kick the door
Just to let these fuckas know that he home
Matter fact man
I don’t even know what he on
I think think we should call help man
Something is wrong
Na
Nothing is wrong
This just me
And fucking pissed off
I can not eat
Cause these mu fucking blogs
Try to stop me
But i don’t give a fuck
Cause I’m rocky
There is nothing on earth
I can not beat
Put a beat in a hearse
Kamikaze
I would die for this shit
It ain’t a hobby
Beat your ass
With my squad
In the lobby
Like Pac right before he died
Suge knight said
«yo dog hope inside»
Of the drop top
Cops not gunna find
Us pac
Let’s just take a ride
Got to the red light
Ops lets em fly
No bulletproof on
Shots hit his side
Flew him to the hospital
Where he lost his life
Living through his words
Man pac was right
They don’t give a fuck about us
They are not polite
You ain’t got money in your wallet
They gone treat you like
Nothing
Fuck that boy
Its time to fight
You ain’t got money in your wallet
They gone treat you like
Nothing
Fuck that boy
Its time to fight