To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate
And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,
We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat
Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff
The long road to success is dangerous
The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive
My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise
I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you
What happened to the stuff we used to do?
Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks
They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people
Or if it doesn't get props, comments and stuff like that
Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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