Amscot is on the pen I'm writing with in my hand
You coulda prevented how I'm feeling you didn't check in advance
I told the family they gon be straight the lil boy now a man
Homicides go back to back they clapping know we clapping back then spin the block like lumberjacks
They flipping crack like acrobats
Just focused on the paper
Unlike before I'm coming after that
I remembered when I prayed for that
I can't glorify this life cause I know God'll take it back
Front on me you won't get me back
What goes
What goes
What goes around and round
Comes back around again
When those
Doors close
Take a look around
You'll see who's your friends
Comes back round again
Sometimes I be tripping girl just bear with me
I know I cheated know I f*cked up and you still deal with me
Nobody love you like I do that's cause I care for you
Nobody f*ck you how i do prolly why you still with me
I feel like f*ck this love and f*ck them feelings
I hate that drugs feel like the only way to f*cking heal em
Why niggas popping smoke like really what's the f*cking reason
We tryna run this green up how you got time for beefing
Niggas mad salty and they changing every season
The internet be real foul they always f*cking reaching
He flexing all his Money so I Couldn't even believe him
Robbery went wrong so now they had to f*cking RIP him
It's like if you don't value life
You gon the make the wrong choices
Can't believe I picked up the mic
When I performed for trap voices
Tried to knock me out the picture
Now I paint my own portraits
Had to make my own decisions
People feeding me that poison
I got a nine it ain't nothing major
But I'm touching money so I gotta protect the paper
Sometimes I look up at the sky sometimes I search for angels
Why they be so hard to find but the demons linger
It's really hard for a nigga
Think we all dope dealers
System made a nigga po
We just tryna get richer
Had to break a couple rules
Took the risks to be successful
It's not like them cracka motherf*ckers tryna help us
My mama steady stressing
And My grandma say she tired
I'm writing fighting In the booth let out the pain I hold inside
Everything ain't Gucci that's how this world here is Designed
It's a young nigga world and I got murder on mind
Damn!
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Amscot is on the pen I'm writing with in my hand
You coulda prevented how I'm feeling you didn't check in advance
I told the family they gon be straight the lil boy now a man
Homicides go back to back they clapping know we clapping back then spin the block like lumberjacks
They flipping crack like acrobats
Just focused on the paper
Unlike before I'm coming after that
I remembered when I prayed for that
I can't glorify this life cause I know God'll take it back
Front on me you won't get me back
What goes
What goes
What goes around and round
Comes back around again
When those
Doors close
Take a look around
You'll see who's your friends
Comes back round again
Sometimes I be tripping girl just bear with me
I know I cheated know I f*cked up and you still deal with me
Nobody love you like I do that's cause I care for you
Nobody f*ck you how i do prolly why you still with me
I feel like f*ck this love and f*ck them feelings
I hate that drugs feel like the only way to f*cking heal em
Why niggas popping smoke like really what's the f*cking reason
We tryna run this green up how you got time for beefing
Niggas mad salty and they changing every season
The internet be real foul they always f*cking reaching
He flexing all his Money so I Couldn't even believe him
Robbery went wrong so now they had to f*cking RIP him
It's like if you don't value life
You gon the make the wrong choices
Can't believe I picked up the mic
When I performed for trap voices
Tried to knock me out the picture
Now I paint my own portraits
Had to make my own decisions
People feeding me that poison
I got a nine it ain't nothing major
But I'm touching money so I gotta protect the paper
Sometimes I look up at the sky sometimes I search for angels
Why they be so hard to find but the demons linger
It's really hard for a nigga
Think we all dope dealers
System made a nigga po
We just tryna get richer
Had to break a couple rules
Took the risks to be successful
It's not like them cracka motherf*ckers tryna help us
My mama steady stressing
And My grandma say she tired
I'm writing fighting In the booth let out the pain I hold inside
Everything ain't Gucci that's how this world here is Designed
It's a young nigga world and I got murder on mind
Damn!
You coulda prevented how I'm feeling you didn't check in advance
I told the family they gon be straight the lil boy now a man
Homicides go back to back they clapping know we clapping back then spin the block like lumberjacks
They flipping crack like acrobats
Just focused on the paper
Unlike before I'm coming after that
I remembered when I prayed for that
I can't glorify this life cause I know God'll take it back
Front on me you won't get me back
What goes
What goes
What goes around and round
Comes back around again
When those
Doors close
Take a look around
You'll see who's your friends
Comes back round again
Sometimes I be tripping girl just bear with me
I know I cheated know I f*cked up and you still deal with me
Nobody love you like I do that's cause I care for you
Nobody f*ck you how i do prolly why you still with me
I feel like f*ck this love and f*ck them feelings
I hate that drugs feel like the only way to f*cking heal em
Why niggas popping smoke like really what's the f*cking reason
We tryna run this green up how you got time for beefing
Niggas mad salty and they changing every season
The internet be real foul they always f*cking reaching
He flexing all his Money so I Couldn't even believe him
Robbery went wrong so now they had to f*cking RIP him
It's like if you don't value life
You gon the make the wrong choices
Can't believe I picked up the mic
When I performed for trap voices
Tried to knock me out the picture
Now I paint my own portraits
Had to make my own decisions
People feeding me that poison
I got a nine it ain't nothing major
But I'm touching money so I gotta protect the paper
Sometimes I look up at the sky sometimes I search for angels
Why they be so hard to find but the demons linger
It's really hard for a nigga
Think we all dope dealers
System made a nigga po
We just tryna get richer
Had to break a couple rules
Took the risks to be successful
It's not like them cracka motherf*ckers tryna help us
My mama steady stressing
And My grandma say she tired
I'm writing fighting In the booth let out the pain I hold inside
Everything ain't Gucci that's how this world here is Designed
It's a young nigga world and I got murder on mind
Damn!
Writer: Tyrik Waite
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