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Lyrics : Tear Gas
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Yeah, n***a
I'm a legend
Look
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water, my feet above the ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out the pound
Heard a n***a say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down
I probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise before they realize I'm a legend
I can see this sh*t now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my n***a
Told my mama don't let them f**k n***as in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so n***as know my life was beautiful
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster
Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after
From kilograms to in the stu', businessman
Gave my n***a life, I know it hit him on that prison van
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type n***a raisin' your lil' man
Real sh*t, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute
BM don't answer for me, so f**k her, I'm in my feelings
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a f**k 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me sh*t 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real sh*t
Yeah, n***a
I'm a legend
Look
I'm just tryna keep my head above the water, my feet above the ground
Post traumatic stress disorder got me smokin' out the pound
Heard a n***a say he gon' do something to me, how that sound?
Anybody get out of bounds, shots gon' come and knock him down
I probably won't get my flowers while I can smell 'em
It's gon' take my untimely demise before they realize I'm a legend
I can see this sh*t now, everybody postin' they pictures
With a caption to make people think you really was my n***a
Told my mama don't let them f**k n***as in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so n***as know my life was beautiful
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited
They all was inspired by that feeling that I provided
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
Uh, race to the top and I'm drivin' faster
Yeah, run the bag up, then retire after
From kilograms to in the stu', businessman
Gave my n***a life, I know it hit him on that prison van
You don't know the feeling of never seein' your kid again
And it's a Russell Wilson type n***a raisin' your lil' man
Real sh*t, I know the feeling, ain't seen my son in a minute
BM don't answer for me, so f**k her, I'm in my feelings
I talk it 'cause I live it, don't give a f**k 'bout no image
And I'm just gettin' started, my story is far from finished
My lil' brother just came home from doin' time
Put a bankroll in his pocket 'cause I love to see him fly
VS on his neck even if I gotta give him mine
And my bro don't owe me sh*t 'cause I just wanna see him shine
Real sh*t
