Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Uh, We on to the next chapter we ain't living in the past no more like Issa new me issa new everything Bitch we up C.M.O. shit we having motion not emotions Gang Yea F4L up in this bitch Yea Uh Uh Working at sheetz writing songs as I sweep Know it's hard acapella still float on this beat Vision me winning my family can eat And I feel that I'm chosen need more than one feast Can't make it my last Don't bring up my past Momma was worried I'd be like my dad Know momma she just wanna see me on track I'll do any and everything just for that bag Look in that mirror and stare at myself and I see a monster looking back at me Taking these drugs know it's bad for my health I can feel em they kill me proactively I don't got trust I won't put it in them ion need a nigga grab that strap for me Stay with my brothers kuz I don't got friends I know that them niggas gon blast for me Granddaddy told me that life gon' hit hard but you gotta roll with the punches And for a long time was in a dark place I was locked in my head like a dungeon Shackled and chain to my thoughts I won't facing my problems but I can't keep running Saying she love me but show me the opposite bitch I refuse to be played like a dummy Yeah Closing that chapter I'm on to the next I refuse to stay humble my foot on they necks How many more hits they need from me to prove I'm the best In they city they city I always get busy I'm real as it gets Yeah Closing that chapter I'm top two not two I regret some decisions they all kuz of you And I take that oath and I swear to only tell the truth Momma worried bout my health and the drugs that I use Shit that I never planned to say but fuck it I'm telling it all Went through a lot of shit they'll never know with lil mama who stayed down the hall Let that hoe play with me oh faithfully but now I ain worried at all Yeah I got hit with that lead and it fucked up my head and I feel I ain't have no one to call Yeah Looking back on it I'm glad that it happened I notice I'll make it alone Bitch if we fucking no need for discussion I beat down them walls and I'm back in my zone If you do it right you can stay the night but you can't turn my house to yo home It keep you motivated when they player hating and you getting this shit on your own Yeah They counted me so I'm counting these digits They fuck wit my mental so fuck all these bitches These Niggas not solid they switching get switches Just drop they location make sure they we get it Knock off his cap if it's trucker or fitted A nasty lil' freak so gone suck while she spitting Do little tricks wit her hand she be twisting They told em' to kill me he failed on his mission Kidnap they children to grab they attention Can't slide in that whip if the windows ain't tinted Walk down on niggas and they get to sprinting New flash on the Glock it distorted his vision Tell her bend over that dick touch her kidney She stand over niggas make sure he ain't living Feeling like Nardo and John I'm so wicked We laying them down kuz we standing on business Gang!
Writer(s): Trent Elliott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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