[ Featuring Tunga ]
Five years of my life this what I'm workin on
Just got innat feild throwin the Jersey on
These fake niggas be actin I close the curtain on
Hurt form
None of the shit they do is gon work foem
Feel like I lost my niggas and so I search foem through the pen they speak through me in form of a hurt poem
They tell me keep goin
And so it keeps flowin
And since they not here nigga I speak foem
My nigga go look you boy flyin
Don't give it up my nigga we see you up here you tryin
I know it's takin long iss all apart of the grind
Wipe the tears dumbass you bouta win why is you crine
My nigga go keep on beating the road
Stay aligned with yo mission make sure follow the code
Don't let em f*ck you over for nothin or sell ya soul
Push through it we promise you finna make it fasho
Puttin up my shots I'm reaching a peak form
I watch my life rick up and down like a see saw
Throw stones and hide that hand promise I see ya'll
Tied up with work I'm too busy to reach yall
Tied up with work I'm too busy to recharge
Too busy see Charles Too busy process
All my niggas dying I'm gettin caught in the nonsense
Liking alla da comments
Writing all of the hot shit
Folks be in my ear sayin I'm not shit
Some days I be feelin like ion got shit but if iss one thing for certain I know I got this
Know I can rock this
Know it'll pop if
I keep trying
Cause I'm a rida
They tried to kill me
Ima survivor
I won't make it
Devils a liar
I'm gon make it
Matter of time bruh
