Correction Lyrics Something More by Top Dawg Entertainment

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Faded, all gone
You've been around
I let you walk on
Changes
Faded, all gone
You've been around
I let you walk on, ohh, oh
I need something more
I need something more from you
I need something more (So)
I need something more (Look)

She got a thing for designer bags that she can't afford
Cost more than the rent, she was staying on the second floor
Me and shawty was cruising and creeping in the Honda
We was on the same accord but also ridin' in the same Accord
I would stay up chasing dreams, steady racing forward
Still chasing dreams, but lately, they paying more
I would devote all of my time and you would hate me for it
But if I didn't, and I was broke, then you would hate me more
I was so broke without a job, they done cancelled my insurance
Crashed the whip next morning, when it rain, it pours
Fast forward, all my problems done deflated some
But see, the hate around a n***a, it inflated more
Signed to Top Dawg, n***a, that's my greatest score
But lost a lot, feel like I can't lose for winnin'
Tryna clear my mind, I gotta make room for vision
Did bad to gain a lot, I had to pay dues with sinnin', but I'm still here
Death encounters, had a handful, bruh
I could have left before expected, I had Andrew's luck
Remember signin' them papers and all the fam pulled up
Takin' shots of the Henny while we smokin' and celebratin'
f**k overnight, n***a, we had the best patience
A new father is proud of the steps taken
Can't go back to how we was living 'cause death waitin', sh*t
I got a blessed vision, feel like the best in it
This all heart, I had to say it with my chest, n***a
I gotta hustle, take my steps and put some pep in it
Signed and left with it, went with Rock on tour
Feel like Bed Bath & Beyond, I got a lot in store
Put my soul into this sh*t, I need my M's piled up
Dill died, if karma real, it woulda been got us
I'm tryna change the way I live and how our men brought up
Name Robert, they remember me for the kids I've touched
Made a mil, not enough until I'm Ghost whippin' in a Rolls
Sliding down the road with some hoes, and I need
Mo' money, mo' bread, I can't loaf, n***a
Doon-Doon locked up and I'm worried 'bout hoes, n***a

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