Lyrics Trapped In B Minor - 17 Peezy

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(DillyGotItBumpin) (Aye)

Trapped in b minor
I hope they overseeing me like eye liner
Gotta get busy while I got the time
I'm not worried about the timer
My brothers gotta eat so I went wit gold on my dimer
I can't seem to shake the pain
But they say if ain't pain then there's no gain
God gave me wars that he knew I could handle
I worked on the fundamentals
I keep it simple with my game
Street laws that we learned from the streets
We learned how be tactical
Couple bars I saved for another note
My dreams keeping me honest
I Found powers within myself that I learned harness
Keep my eyes open it's what keeps me conscious
My mind sometimes a prison
And common sense ain't a given
It ain't all about money, by laws get stricken
A community fueled by greed emotions that needs to be freed
A common occurrence
I dealt with a thousand times over
I'll spot you for that weight that's on your shoulder
Hard to say you put in the work yeen got no work in yo folder
Love played its part like a cameo
I see my face card as my portfolio
They say we must be dyin like Romeo
What's code the code get in
They benefit by me being beneficial
I'm trapped in b minor
I hope they overseeing me like eye liner

(DillyGotItBumpin) (Aye)

I know the pleasure don't last
I've very familiar with my past
Points for my experience
They robbing the innocence
Stay dangerous stay vigilance
they wanting my soul
They want half off like clearance racks
Uncle Sam make sure the he get taxes
Theres no milestones I can't reach because I practice what I preach
Loyalty over luxury
I'm not control by the finer things
I tried to fly but they clip but my wings
Ahh man
Ahh man
The pupil became a master
On a different page so I change the chapter
In this moment I'm made mass matter
These moments be hard to capture
I was broken, my heart was in fractures
I showed up for the game but they was talking bout practice
I didn't see it as a risk when I was taking chances
Don't take me lightly man I think I dropped another classic
I ball like Luka magic I'm cut from different fabric

(So soulful)

My granny told follow my soul never follow the past
You looked in my eyes told me to be great that was all you could ask
You told you love me I ran home and put the love in my stash
I tell my dawgs I love em everyday I coulda died in that crash
Rip too my uncle I know he still here watching my back
Some like lone wolf youll never see me moving in packs
I'm outta love or can't find love my life all outta wack
I can't find home plate so I'm still retracing my tracks

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Trapped In B Minor