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She ain’t right, said I wasn’t gone be sh*t
Ain’t tripping on a b*t*h got a new walk even
All I do is write all night she’s leaving
Got her bag packed real fat no cheating
Just a little mean when we don’t agree
I don’t think she can see that we gonna get green
It’s okay I don’t need you to complicate things
All I wanna do is sing and I think I’m real good
I don’t need you to agree imma make it out the hood
I know it don’t seem but I’ve sold all I could
Got the X and the weed can get lean if I look
I ain’t tripping on sh*t cause I know Gods good
When I look to the stars see my name, they should
Didn’t think I was able, I guess that I Cain
Got to the table they turned in my favor
Overly confident think that I’m strange
Ain’t cool with me now then you won’t be later
Hate it but we know it’s part of the game
Get em enticed when I write if it’s nice
I could put words with some numbers rolls dice
And it’d still be better than what you guys like
Or rhyme orange we aren’t in the same league
You got no heart still parked there waiting
Got no starter I’ve been pacing for like 3 years
Can’t steer my direction
I know where I’m going I took a few lesson no stressing
Always checking things making sure they good
No lecturing
Just giving advice won’t say sh*t twice so I hope that you listen
Missing the news New addition little girl specific
Want to move, north pacific
Hate my home town just not the right vibe
Got a bad name been a nice guy
Heard the lies and I’m ashamed of them
Had the hide the truth so they could keep a friend
Never been the type to try starting some sh*t but I’ll finish it, it don’t really end
Got an enemy from things we can mend
That don’t mean I will for this please pretend
Been through some sh*t and I will again
Ain’t up to me the courts won’t admit
That I’m fine I don’t them to fix my sh*t
Went to jail at 17 and I never stopped smoking
With each failed test they just took me in
I did 14 months on 2 weed violation
Tried to run but I didn’t win
Got me in Denver then I ran again
I don’t trust the system
They want dividends from me and all my brothers still locked in the pin
We struggling and they don’t care
Tell somebody it ain’t fair
They view you as less for them days there
I wish I could change but I am who I am
And nobody’s view will make me less a man
Cause I stand on my own and I got a vision
That I’m getting closer to with scoped precision
Headshots, but no smoke was given
I’m in bed with no alarm, finally winning
No more sinning try at least, done with this another piece
Don’t say I don’t murder beats

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