Lyrics Way it Goes - B$N

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You know for show, Ima let it blow, Ima let it
Don't be afraid to go, I got like 20 killers on the roll
Yo, she wanna take it slow, I can't love you anymore
Oh, that's just the way it goes

How you gone love me if you try and you ain't love yourself
She wanna trust me and I tried but I don't trust myself
She wanna check me for my vibe well go and check yourself
I can't respect you how you lied, you ain't respect yourself
If life gives you sour lemons, make it lemonade
I'm feeling low I pray to god for them better days
I just got a new crib I ain't renovate
And I got another win, I ain't celebrate
All this cash I don't know what to do with it
Signed a deal with myself and got a few figures
I was hanging in them trenches with some cool killers
I kept this Rambo in my bag, I went to school with it
He ain't smoking but got caught with some cigarettes
He got suspended, he ain't snitched on his niggas yet
They move in shadows, it get dark like a silhouette
I just want a bigger house, and a bigger jet
It's Ayman yeah I'm rapping
Put your hat on when you're capping
We gone catch him out in traffic
If he see us he might panic
Got a loaded automatic
I'm a shooter, im a savage
Lost a few to all the stabbings
Can't get used to all the passings
So I'm drilling and I'm popping, I ain't stopping all this killing
We be chopping and we chinging, he be snitching on his siblings
They all witches and some bitches, niggas sniffing and they twitching
If you witness sorry shit I hope you rest in all the pisses
We got killers in the business that will hit em if I'm swinging
We all gorillas
I'm in the trenches with these sticks, with some cold killers
He wanna diss me in a song but I don't know jigga
He wanna live to see his children, keep a pole with ya
And if we see him on the street, I'll put a hole in him
And he ain't repping his gang, but if he roll with him
They living toxic in the house cuz she controlling him
And I was trapping out the back, I'm with dope dealers
I keep it low with like any hoe
I will only get you treated if you let me tho
This that weekday vibe with the chelsea flow
We got them cells and the plants like a cellulose
I got PTSD all my niggas gone
My nigga died in a lick, cuz they did it wrong
And he got crabs from a bitch cuz he hit it wrong
She got her ass and her tits made from silicone
Big stepper, we gone get it done
Left back in the field like I'm sessegnon, rented up
Niggas tryna keep me in my place, well I levelled up
I was broke in the trenches, I was selling drugs
Sixteen I was getting really violent
Seventeen I made money staying silent
Eighteen and I went and got a license
Nineteen I was whipping, I was driving