Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Torres
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sick of lies, I heard you got a twist of ties
Get it right, if you don't get it you gon' have to lose your life
Or maybe five, I been learning the meaning of sacrifice
And it'd suffice, gotta win after another way to say I find
A different reason for sinnin'
A sad excuse just for winnin'
None of his tracks have been hittin'
Ion even wanna listen
If I say get it, then get it
He can't get mad when I said it
You gotta wrap up a sentence
Can't speak when livin' in heaven
Fatherless Figure, grew up to be a toxic lil nigga
Had a grip on the trigger 'fore I could squeeze it with my fingers
You see the difference between me and a dirty ass quitter
Is I'm gon' raise my son, not let him be the victim of a killer
Cuz that's the shoes that they can't fill
Suffer the sins of our fathers we gotta take up the deal
Then suck it up, cuz a real man don't got time to just feel
That's the type of shit you raisin' your kids on? It can't be real
Rule number one, don't forget where the fuck you come from
Even if your home is where they wanna keep they guns tucked
Safe to say no way to pray if you shoot 'til the suns up
And don't let 'em find out that you ain't gang, at that point you're fucked
Rule number two, can't depend on no one but you
Now I'm having problems looking at struggles I run through
I don't wanna be a shadow but bitch nigga who knew
That I'd dedicate my whole life to being better than you
Rule number three, do nothing but focus up on the green
Got me feelin' like I'm only good for feeding on the greed
I been tryin' hard to make sure life is easy as it seems
But I'm always lookin' out, why the fuck no one look out for me
Rule number four, learn when to break down the door
I had a couple problems just cuz singles actin' like whores
I been livin' my life relaxed, I can't feel my face no more
How nonchalant can I get before I choose to show 'em more
Sick riddance
Okay come here, I got six digits
Been finished, now I'm gonna restart just to begin it
Have a minute of losing your life to one of the realest and the illest
Murdered every beat, that's what I'm killin'
So they say I murder shit
Would never even turn a bitch
Ion even gotta pick up the phone to send 40 hits
And that's the life I'm livin', you niggas gotta go work for it
Caught him like a stream I did a highlight then I got him clippeed
Writer(s): william Torres
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