Lyrics

I just came back from New York, I was out in Dallas as well Second trip went out for the music But the first trip I owed myself Should've gone with my girl she was vex at me so I hold myself Bro don't mess up again you won't get that chance What I told myself If you're moving mad, and things turn bad You're gunna hold that corn Nightmares seeing my family lay me to rest I rebuke that mourn I'm tryna free up my people I'm feeling like Moses I'll call the Lord And if we can walk through the sea And you're fighting with me we can beat that storm I had to get one where I talk to the people Cah they gotta hear my voice I've been hearing the heckle and hate I just forget and I block that noise I gotta do it I made my choice, I'm tryna make it and bring my boys Driving around in the passenger seat Probably won't buy a car 'til I get a Royce Big 4 but they ain't made as me, even if they got the same name as me Tryna be the man that I'm 'posed to be Opps in the way, slide and sweep Fake in my phone, block delete I said block and delete They don't know man but they garn see 47 minus 3 Last year Prolly my worst one, I don't wanna play that part I had to grow and repent rudeboy Cah listen I don't wanna walk that path I did some learning and worked on my heart I wouldn't wish that hurt on my enemies That's the darkest dark Timeline snipers were having fun That guys dead, bun that don Music's crap never like that song Onto the next, move along Trying my best, right my wrong Keep my peace man I can't get lippy Shoutout Ify, shoutout Squeeze Large up Gina and all my gs Grabbing a coat if it gets too nippy Shawty wanna sing like Whitney She wanna come and have my pitney But I'm just way too picky 150 man I make that chippy Packing the bag and I exit quickly On my way to the top can't fail Mans gotta make it swiftly But I know my God done well
Writer(s): Oyinmienne Olorogun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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