Lyrics

Bury me a G Nothin corny on my conscience Heavy on the scene I ain't really have no options My pops was in the streets and my mama at her job So when I turn into a teen I was always in some nonsense Things change nowadays nigga out here popping If this rap shit don't crack Imma still eat off modeling Dark skin chocolate If I smile then I got her But I don't even want her, gotta focus on my daughter When times get hard, we go harder My mind was scarred but don't bother The main event from show starting You shoulda seen how they lowballed him Take it on the chin it's a lesson Cuz when you really him they gone test it 10 years later with the extras Long way from selling food stamps to get a beverage Long way from in the country building tryna leverage Sell these bus tokens Heavy blunt smoking Long Beach transit we was in the tuck focused Moving slow but fuck it tho we had some motion Meet me off ocean, make a play by the waves Lookin back I shoulda saved but I was stuck in up my ways Gotta make it I don't care what people say You mistaken if you think I came to play Lights get low Lights get low Nights get cold Nights get cold Light my fire Ice my soul Might go high Might go low Lights get low Lights get low Nights get cold Nights get cold
Writer(s): Bryant Looney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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