Pre.S - For Sure Lyrics

I ain't even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they'd like to score
Think I'm supposed to hit 'em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell 'em life's too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure

What the- where the f*ck these people been at
I was really hoping someone let 'em know
That the only thing that's keeping 'em from growth
Is the ego, I ain't saying let it go
'Cause mine been getting seen when it need to
On the scene getting lethal
I been keeping every single dream on a need-to-know
Accordingly, where the proceeds will go
I heard your favorite's CD but I think it got some ED
Bro believe me, that shit isn't hard and couldn't ever last
I don't pop no pills, I'm only tripping off of weed
Because the worst that I could tweak is losing footing on the grass
People always yelling at me but they pull up with their hands out
Really ran out but looking for a pass
This for all the people claiming that I'm using autotune
And singing on my tracks 'cause couldn't really rap

I ain't even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they'd like to score
Think I'm supposed to hit 'em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell 'em life's too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure

But you don't want it now, look around, I'm surrounded
A laundry list of problems to the ground that's compounding
Just like my worth, they show some nerve by claiming I just found this
It took me 7 years and a whole ton of plot twists
Sometimes I can't write no f*cking lines, I'm just doubting
Glad to say that this ain't one of those times, I ain't stopping
Your music like some wired earbuds, shit is not it
Don't know who the f*ck you thought you was, but you not him
That's a-
That's a fact
Ain't waiting 'till they find us, I'ma put us on the map
I step out every 8th like my foot is on the gas
You sending me a open's like a rookie up at bat
You think it's hitting but it's not, my boy
I got this good from a million f*cking shots, my boy
200-millimeter lens to the top, my boy
I'm pulling focus, you ain't f*cking up my shot, my boy
I'm on auto-go mode, with go pros
With no pros, just bozos that don't know
Will bro blow with no hope he won't though
So bro dope he know so he showboats
This a Yachty type-beat, shit I know
I'm always giving love, but the scene is not though
Pops you're not gonna believe it, watch close
And tell 'em in my doc I was a fiend for plot growth

I ain't even really nice no more
Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor
Always telling what they'd like to score
Think I'm supposed to hit 'em with a nice for sure
Hope somebody tell 'em life's too short
To only talk about it and not fight for more
Well I guess I better write some more
Everybody gonna want my life, for sure