Lyrics

Too busy trying to cement my role as a God When I rush more I'm told It don't come in quads You got to decide This what you really want? That means putting your goals way before the squads Way before your aunts way before your family tree Breaking golden bonds with my dogs that can't be retrieved All the sins that aren't forgiven until the hairline's recede And receipts over words are the things that we keep Cause the birthday attendance that's the thing that we need And someone to hold the rings even on wife number three Even when we see she won't be the last one to leave And time is something that only increases in speed But I've never valued friendship over legacy I've never valued love over pregnancy I've never valued meals over recipes Cause one is temporary The other is equity And making decisions on an emotion's insane I can't always be rushing (Russian) to lift you, no crane (Ukraine) Close yet different, RIP to the innocent RIP to my innocence while I'm learning this game "I Would Die for you" but this isn't "Purple Rain" I'm the Prince in my city My crown is made of flames They pass over me often, it only fans the flame How many local executives rock that badge of shame? Trying to be Dame Trying to Arnold Discount shopping but this ain't Marshalls I can't remember the last time I've been startled I feel like Kobe when Matt was throwing the ball in I'm all in, all focused, I've got some Mamba in me I want to hate some people so bad but mamas in me She taught me to forgive because it's better for me Said if I learn that then I'll be rich before forty CitiGroup couldn't even cover the credit she's due And this city never sleeps if I'm at odds with you The streets need a body And i'm going to give them the body I've got headshot bars You won't come back as a zombie You won't come back as a Walker You'll be right beside Paul After all, I know you phony but that's your call Friendships broke off I don't have close calls I've got people trying to sell me loyalty through cold calls But I'm too focused on all my cabbage making cole slaw And all of the tasteful refreshers reserved for the roped off Lifestyle of the rich and the famous that's what I'm chasing I'm so full throttle with it I couldn't choke off I can't be vote off I'm a real survivor Unlike receivers on Revis Island Ray Bans, real tans Realtor, paid him Work hard, field hands Eat good, meal plans I've got real plans I've got real friends If I said I loved you then know that shit still stands I've got real buzz Louder than steel pans I'm going to take over the world while I still can I can tell that you don't believe me either Don't be subject of this twenty year later "Ether" Report never made it to Bleacher But I'm still scheming to beat you And talk is cheap but I still ended up being a preacher You hear me preaching? Been searching my whole life for a deeper meaning But all I seem to see are family plea proceedings And niggas on knees staring up a cathedral ceiling And niggas copping Celine and drinking up lean to heal it I put helium in this balloon the world going to see it And one "prick" is all it ever takes to pop one How many selfish people in my circle not one We watched them all fall off before my rise begun Grew up riding horses now this life behooves me Country boy but I learned to keep it groovy I learned to keep it moving when the most is what people doing They say detachment on this journey is going to feel gruesome I'm ready
Writer(s): Zak North Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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