Lyrics Sorrows (feat. Polly Tha Don) - Tmrlne

Some of my niggas ain't make it
Pour a four light a blunt and get faded
Jumping in when we knew it was dangerous
Swimming with sharks while allergic to cages
Freestyling can't wet all my pages
Living fast everybody impatient
I'm from a city where niggas vacation
Come to the opposite side of the beach

Why don't they put my name all on tha check
When I've been working so hard harder then the vets
Cause all of my niggas be as solid as i am
We staying by Zion the goats and lions
But niggas stay lying and i don't cut grams
Slaughter the lambs
Wolfing the yams
Doing my dance
Walking my legs
Walking on hoes cause they needed they man
Had the train ran
Tossed like a pan
Need the plan
But I brought the clan
She just a fan
We slash in the van
Scouter report cause we Ain't do the scan
Swear the pussy was made down in China
The way that it push me kill em
Imported The new Ferragamo
With the Great Wall to protect em
The hood got them hitters for hire
We tired of viewer discretion
But here we still dealing with the fire
Off some 2 cent expenses
Fortunes for Jordan
And boosting the foreign relations
Rodman ain't ask those patrons
When we gonna need the donations
When we gon need reparations
But earthquakes and we give our paychecks

Some of my niggas ain't make it
Pour a four light a blunt and get faded
Jumping in when we knew it was dangerous
Swimming with sharks while allergic to cages
Freestyling can't wet all my pages
Living fast everybody impatient
I'm from a city where niggas vacation
Come to the opposite side of the beach
We got them choppers to put you to sleep
Know me a doctor to take out them organs for cheap
Eat you like lobster hand me the garlic and sprinkle the cheese
Handing my homie from charlotte the carbon
He said that he gonna squeeze it for me
Unload the clip and then going for three
Upload the clip of me chopping off your feet

Stem from a long line of kings with no singing
Made ya breath in yo crown fore the shots hit the ceiling
Dust on my rags, Dave in his bags
While my skin growing thicker say I don't got feelings
Niggas still peeling
Been on my shit since I dropped a great feeling
Volunteering for briefing they speaking
Guess it ain't panned out
Doc looking at me like how I got the plan now
Boy I am an artist I ain't shit when I'm putting the pen down
Only showing my promise I ain't know niggas expected they hand outs
Cut em when niggas want to stand round
Fucking the city ass up with the head down
Born with the heat ain't no sesame street
Y'all learning your ways
But the blight all I see
Name Tamerlane so watch me to the T
Niggas be phasing but these hoes mooning me
Move like 7, 2 but I'm only 6 feet
Talked bout my height but y'all still ain't in sight
Bite hard y'all ain't use all y'all might
Lane looking bright when he wearing all white
If we get loose Tonight she gon wake by my side
She say she get tipsy it's only a pint
Born with a twin still one of a kind
Gold lined my polo my cloth gone shine
That if you was blind you still close yo blinds
Or I'm just def cause you saying ain't right
Cause what you saying ain't right