Lyrics
I
need
a
minute
to
meditate
None
of
your
bullets
been
hitting
lately
Thinks
its
time
to
give
up,
you
a
featherweight
I
was
faded
for
a
bit
I
had
to
step
back
and
put
my
mind
in
a
better
state
Strong
arm,
Live
long,
Cycle
through
like
I'm
lance
Armstrong
Ah
man
hell
naw
He
aint
putting
numbers
up
He
aint
really
fuck
the
summer
up
He
might
make
it
if
he
try
his
luck
Might
go
platinum
if
he
give
it
up
Give
em
something
for
the
streets
to
feel
Heard
he
chasing
for
a
record
deal
Heard
he
shootin'
niggas
videos
Might've
found
a
hobby
he
could
chill
Yeah
Long
overdue,
I
don't
need
your
appraisal
I
know
what
I'm
worth
They
just
got
cocky,
they
feeling'
themselves
Yeah
I
know
how
it
works
Niggas
get
a
moment
doing
numbers
Now
they
think
that
they
first
I
just
came
through
in
the
Benz,
man
I
should've
pulled
up
in
a
herse
Oh
you
scared
now?
Paster
spokes
Lemme
take
em
to
church
Rick
ross
got
me
hustling
from
the
first
to
the
first
Quit
playin',
You
was
feelin'
it
Now
you
feelings
in
reverse
Switch
gears,
Auto
pilot
the
Tesla
Watch
me
go
and
swerve
Everyday
i'm
on
my
shit
almost
everyday
Yeah
I
gotta
get
it
like
every
day
Austin
showtime,
nigga
everyday
Praise
god,
blessings
everyday
We
was
down
bad,
prayed
for
better
days
Still
wouldn't
have
it
any
other
way
Cause
my
homie
ain't
live
to
see
better
days
Lotta
talk
about
who
aire
to
the
throne
Shooter
shootin'
like
I'm
Mr.
Stallone
Pressure
building,
I
get
cocky
when
niggas
count
me
out
man
Fuck
it,
I've
entered
my
zone
You
was
putting
other
rappers
above
me,
and
i
ain't
forget
about
that
Never
had
courage
to
tell
all
your
homies
That
shit
they
was
cookin'
in
the
stu
was
wack
And
i
ain't
wit
that
but
But
I'm
back
on
the
rhythm,
back
with
the
same
feeling'
Backpack
what
they
thinking'
when
I
Put
too
many
words
together
The
less
words
the
better
I
gotta
wanna
curve
my
effort
I
gotta
Take
it
down,
take
it
down
slow
for
the
flow
When
I'm
live
at
the
show
And
your
shorty
front
row,
tryna
holla
at
the
kid
God
damn,
slow
it
down
I
ain't
even
worth
shit,
why?
Cause
I
used
to
hop
on
the
23
Take
me
up
west
back
to
Trinity
They
never
cared
to
listen
to
me
Now
they
wanna
say
they
feelin'
me
Wanna
be
in
my
vicinity
Studio
wit
amenities
But
you
can't
be
in
these
facilities
Cause
they
don't
want
none
of
this
energy
Why?
I
need
a
minute
to
meditate
None
of
your
bullets
been
hitting
lately
Thinks
its
time
to
give
up,
you
a
featherweight
I
was
faded
for
a
bit
I
had
to
step
back
and
put
my
mind
in
a
better
state
Strong
arm,
Live
long
Cycle
through
like
I'm
lance
Armstrong
Ah
man
hell
naw
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