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Lately I been going through some things, don't wanna be around her
Came from public housing, now we tripping to a private island
Ain't got no pain left up in my heart, I took the soul up out it
When you got some motion, everybody wanna roll around you
Glock 23 'cause niggas fade away like Jordan 'round me
I done caught some bitches in they lies, they tried to go around it
You gon' have to run 'em down and show me that you really 'bout it
Flight right out of Kingston, shed a tear the way my people living
I can't let 'em trick me out my spot and step in my position
We was hardheaded in the trenches, we ain't never listen
When you made it outta nothing, that shit just be hitting different
I ain't never shed no tears, I'm teeing up on all my issues
And I try to say they crashing out, but they ain't never listen
Millions ain't impossible to touch, I'm focused on that mission
Way too many niggas passed away, I'm tryna make a living
And I got so caught up in this lifestyle
I ain't care how I was living
I lost my granny, we ain't have that type of relationship
I lost a bro, he was mad as fuck, I'm tryna spin some shit
Designer cover all my scars and all expensive shit
Some niggas won't do nothing for you unless they benefit
That ho be talking all that talk, no, we ain't intimate
I been asking if you'd save me
'Cause the streets been going crazy
I'm having hella flights and problems
8 AM, I'm in a black truck right on Collins
I'm tryna teach 'em that it's bigger than them projects
Tryna take my dogs up out the kennel
Smoking on that za to calm my mental
And I'm tryna put my heart up in it
But this shit done got so sentimental
Shit done got so real over the last year
I can't complain about how they did me '
Cause I'm still here, I'm still lit
Cartiers cover my eyes and my state of mind
I ain't never see them stabbing my back, it was like I'm blind
Call the rat by P Street, you should check out how I live
I took the youngins out the projects and made 'em lit
I got signed in the pandemic, I made that money and made 'em sick
I got problems I can't solve and I got flights that I can't miss
I been asking if you'd save me
'Cause the streets been going crazy (Yeah, yeah)
I'm having hella flights and problems
8 AM, I'm in a black truck right on Collins
I'm tryna teach 'em that it's bigger than them projects (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna take my dogs up out the kennel (Take my dogs)
Smoking on that za to calm my mental (Smoking on that za)
And I'm tryna put my heart up in it



Autor(en): Daniel Boch, Tyrel Mattison Copyright: Beatstars Publishing Worldwide, Create Digital Music



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