How your career ain't lastin' longer than a Tamagotchi
Can Janari make it, nigga, probably
Conversations I have with myself Niggas ain't give me no help
As cliche as it sounds, I know God got me
Run it, yeah Windows down when I'm talkin' to God Feel like he never respond
Send me a sign, I look up and nod
If I was y'all, I would've been quit Move back to the city, pack my shit up
And look for a job Even the score, that's why we had odds
They saw me gettin' the hell out of Dodge Why you still in the garage
Niggas should swallow they pride
I can't go back and forth with you
I'd rather send you a picture From 40,000 feet up in the sky
I see how you livin', you still in disguise
I send him my tithes, I'm bout to bless him tonight
Pictures in Paris that you still can't believe with your eyes
The same pictures that I paint when I lead with this life
Dealer, no deal, pack this shit up, I'm leavin' tonight
Execs in the office, talkin' crazy, they smokin' the pipe
Lord, forgive me for how I'm bout to kill the culture
Suicide, kamikaze bombs, I send in folders
Just to drop my album for the Grammys and skip the voters
He did everything he said he would, at least that nigga told us
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How your career ain't lastin' longer than a Tamagotchi
Can Janari make it, nigga, probably
Conversations I have with myself Niggas ain't give me no help
As cliche as it sounds, I know God got me
Run it, yeah Windows down when I'm talkin' to God Feel like he never respond
Send me a sign, I look up and nod
If I was y'all, I would've been quit Move back to the city, pack my shit up
And look for a job Even the score, that's why we had odds
They saw me gettin' the hell out of Dodge Why you still in the garage
Niggas should swallow they pride
I can't go back and forth with you
I'd rather send you a picture From 40,000 feet up in the sky
I see how you livin', you still in disguise
I send him my tithes, I'm bout to bless him tonight
Pictures in Paris that you still can't believe with your eyes
The same pictures that I paint when I lead with this life
Dealer, no deal, pack this shit up, I'm leavin' tonight
Execs in the office, talkin' crazy, they smokin' the pipe
Lord, forgive me for how I'm bout to kill the culture
Suicide, kamikaze bombs, I send in folders
Just to drop my album for the Grammys and skip the voters
He did everything he said he would, at least that nigga told us
Can Janari make it, nigga, probably
Conversations I have with myself Niggas ain't give me no help
As cliche as it sounds, I know God got me
Run it, yeah Windows down when I'm talkin' to God Feel like he never respond
Send me a sign, I look up and nod
If I was y'all, I would've been quit Move back to the city, pack my shit up
And look for a job Even the score, that's why we had odds
They saw me gettin' the hell out of Dodge Why you still in the garage
Niggas should swallow they pride
I can't go back and forth with you
I'd rather send you a picture From 40,000 feet up in the sky
I see how you livin', you still in disguise
I send him my tithes, I'm bout to bless him tonight
Pictures in Paris that you still can't believe with your eyes
The same pictures that I paint when I lead with this life
Dealer, no deal, pack this shit up, I'm leavin' tonight
Execs in the office, talkin' crazy, they smokin' the pipe
Lord, forgive me for how I'm bout to kill the culture
Suicide, kamikaze bombs, I send in folders
Just to drop my album for the Grammys and skip the voters
He did everything he said he would, at least that nigga told us
Writer: JESSE SANDERS
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