Right where you need to be
Honest and wit
More decency
Prominently
Pass proficient
Wit ya thesis's
Ya every glance
Is guaranteed
To puddle seas between her knees
Player please
Don't just hold her squeeze
Her tighter than facilities
Lockin niggas wit no keys
Should've seen
The signs
We shoulda seen
Cuz he ain't even like to ball
Just
Playin in the street
Ironic for higher grade
He skipped from school once a week
And ya think
To yourself
What's the point of the grind
Cuz who gon help
Me
When I lose my mind
Not myself
He
Thinks of better times
I'm tired
I'm grindin
I'm rhymin
I think
To myself
What's the point of it all
Cuz who catch me
When I slip and fall
No one else
See that's our resolve
You got yourself
So get it right nigga
Go get it right nigga
Go get it right
On and on and on and
Way more nights that turn to mornings
Precious life cut short
We mourning
F*ck the fame
Please help us lord and
Curse they aim
While I'm on tour
And drape a vest
Pon all my swordsman
Rain it came
And kept on pourin
On and on and on and
Stop for nothin
I'm gon mash the button
Put the pedal to the floor till we crash or somethin
Get a bag or somethin
Nothing's changed these days
Still we bad as ever
Mister misbehavior
Ill flavor
Skilled ranger
Ice cold
Cat fader
Eyes closed
Young savior
Just follow ya heart
They'll put a price on ya head
Bring lead and polish you off
But surprised by how many people
Admire ya art
When you gone
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
It's fine wit me