[Verse 1:]
I hope one day I don't wake up
I hope one day I can take up
Every damn offer that I wanted when I came up
Then the blade struck so I stayed tucked.
And now everybody blames us
For the same stuff
That you did as a kid
Now it's shamed up
Time has changed up
But it hasn't changed us
And I put that on myself
Man, I put my hands up!
All glory to something
Still confused about this whole God thing
I don't know where I'm going when I'm dropped in a coffin
Don't know where I stand but I think about it often.
I been thinking bout a profit
I been thinking bout a mic in my closet
I been thinking bout a nice big deposit
I'm thinking I should quit because I'm hearing all the gossip.
No hands on a gun cause I keep em in my pockets
I'm just being honest
I told myself I'd make it so I'm holding on that promise
I never wanna lose but the best can take losses
Aw, man.
I'm so fucking exhausted
And I almost wanna off it
That's a suicidal topic, I've been caught up in my thoughts
And it's bad cause I'm mad that I always end up lost in the process.
Man, I can't think straight
I don't know what to write, I'm blocked each day
I gotta keep the game on lock, each tape
And now I wonder if they care what this G say.
See, I'm emotional but emotionless
See, I'm unstable but I'm strong as bricks
Moving forward, don't know what's next
And now I'm coming up hot, got my heat fixed.
I'm actually tryna get a point across
I be flipping up the game like a coin was tossed
Can't seem to find my sanity, I'm damaging
Everything I have because a boy is fucking more than lost.
I wanna get high, wanna clean up
I wanna drive by, wanna keep love
Sometimes I want to fucking shoot a motherfucker, wanna kill a motherfucker
And they know that they don't ever wanna piece of me.
But it's PLP
More people need positivity
And it's possibly the sickest thing I've ever seen
And I'm positive if we don't make it soon then we.
Might ruin the world
Fly to fucking Paradise and ruin it, too
Don't try to tell me different cause I'm not in the mood
I'm dropping a tune to simply tell you how I'm living, now that I be caught up with music.
[Break:]
Uh
Yeah.
[Verse 2:]
Now I told em all the other day
That I didn't wanna do it any other way
Than being strictly independent, but it's risky, I get it
I said I get it, and I really wanna do it anyway!
Cause I love being boss
Being on top
Being on lock
Got it locked down
With our guns drawn.
And you know we from the block
In the middle of the map
Motherfuckers wanna talk
Till we hit em with a (BLOW!)
Till they drop to the Heavens
Or float up to Hell
What you even doing?
Man, it's hard to tell.
I'm one of few
Who hasn't yet fell
See, I started after eleven
And still doing well.
I'm tryna take it to the next level
I'm becoming a sex rebel, my check swelling cause this special
It's making your legs tremble, it's expelling, my ex spelling out what I said
Man I swear I meant well but I.
I put it all off for this
Now I feel like I'm on top of it
But I'm still lyric addicted, I'm sipping but spitting Venom
And I'm still feeling restricted like I was living in Auschwitz.
I need to concentrate
I'm tryna contemplate
Just when I can drop this on the continent
Just for fun and watch 'em consume it
Not tryna consummate with someone kinda fake
I'm tryna write my fate.
Literally
All the stories I tell aren't figuratively
All my shit is earned, never given to me
But now I'm looking at these rappers hella pitifully.
I wanna make it hella big
I'm talking harder labels
I wanna sell out shows
At the Garden and Staples.
They tell me I've gone crazy
I'm mentally unstable
Send me to L of A
So I'll be in the the Land of Angels.
A safe place of some sort
This game face really wants more
Don't make a change, don't slow your pace
It's worth the wait, I'll tell you once more.
They really want war, huh?
Listen up, no more fronts
Roll up, we show our cuts
The only scars I got need touched up.
Cause my friend put em on
I paid for the shit
The last thing I need
Is people questioning it.
Don't tell me how to live
I'm not gonna listen
Cause everybody else is just
A tool in the shed.
But I ain't worried bout that
Said I ain't worried bout that
I ain't worried bout bitches, I ain't worried bout tats
I been focused on my music so I'll worry bout that.
Imma worry bout that
I only spout facts
Imma take a mouse, then steak his house
And bank account and leave him rolling out back.
So think about that
Might take you a minute
Think about that
You ain't play with the vision
Think about that
Man, I'm paid off commission
So think about that
Think about that.
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