[Verse 1: Ikea Damone]
This is life; it gets expensive now yo ass is in debt
And friends turn jealous niggas just to pose you a threat
And bitches actin’ out of spite and juxtaposed to what’s said
And niggas dyin' and still niggas act like nobody dead
Don’t you fret, don’t you sweat, don’t regret, don’t reset
Know you won’t, you wit' the smoke: you like a lit cigarette
I know you fightin’ for a dream but don’t you get you no rest
I know it’s lightening wit the beam but you're the thunder that set
And fuck them niggas that be hatin' swear they’re so unlike you
I like you; you beautiful ouh baby please don’t you cry
Get up and look inside that mirror; see wit yo eye
A bird might got a pair of wings but it’s not matchin' yo fly
So I try;
...
Fuck the pride, fuck wit’ the struggle cuz you know it’s a vibe
Don’t ever think that it's above you cuz you know it’s a lie
[Verse 1: Kenneth Callier]
Nigga rose up, out of pebble ground
And then glowed up, wit’ the bevel down
So sho-nuff; I’m a rebel now
If what goes up, gotta treble down
They show tough; then they settle down
But exposed bluff, so I’m bettin’ down
Press yo luck, I’got wetters now
Could turn yo tux to a heaven gown
I’m tryna stay pure, I was sinkin’; I’m sure
Been struggling wit’ the idea of secure
Been disconnected from the niggas who love me because I been troubled n thinkin’ obscure
Been hella aggressive; I’m dealin’ wit’ cure
Was hella blinded by the beauty allure
My Momma been sittin’ me down to converse on my life and the structure to be reassured
I've done for niggas that couldn’t repay me
And raised a few bitches like they was my babies
While missin’ my uncle, this shit really crazy
I don’t get no break; the x-ray is gravy
It’s so many lies, I don’t got no trust
Y'all morals is flimsy, they don’t got no crust
I’m sick and I’m tired, I’m triggered as fuck
But I’m gifted; I’m tryin to keep it a buck
Collected my sorrows like spare change
There’s things that I still do not dare name
I remember not wantin’ to bear claim
But like twins playin’, here’s some ‘fair-game’:
I asked God if I could see him, he said: “get yo-self a mirror”
“Decision bring nigga nearer; Yo vision could be more clearer”
This is life; it gets expensive now yo ass is in debt
And friends turn jealous niggas just to pose you a threat
And bitches actin’ out of spite and juxtaposed to what’s said
And niggas dyin' and still niggas act like nobody dead
Don’t you fret, don’t you sweat, don’t regret, don’t reset
Know you won’t, you wit' the smoke: you like a lit cigarette
I know you fightin’ for a dream but don’t you get you no rest
I know it’s lightening wit the beam but you're the thunder that set
And fuck them niggas that be hatin' swear they’re so unlike you
I like you; you beautiful ouh baby please don’t you cry
Get up and look inside that mirror; see wit yo eye
A bird might got a pair of wings but it’s not matchin' yo fly
So I try;
...
Fuck the pride, fuck wit’ the struggle cuz you know it’s a vibe
Don’t ever think that it's above you cuz you know it’s a lie
[Verse 1: Kenneth Callier]
Nigga rose up, out of pebble ground
And then glowed up, wit’ the bevel down
So sho-nuff; I’m a rebel now
If what goes up, gotta treble down
They show tough; then they settle down
But exposed bluff, so I’m bettin’ down
Press yo luck, I’got wetters now
Could turn yo tux to a heaven gown
I’m tryna stay pure, I was sinkin’; I’m sure
Been struggling wit’ the idea of secure
Been disconnected from the niggas who love me because I been troubled n thinkin’ obscure
Been hella aggressive; I’m dealin’ wit’ cure
Was hella blinded by the beauty allure
My Momma been sittin’ me down to converse on my life and the structure to be reassured
I've done for niggas that couldn’t repay me
And raised a few bitches like they was my babies
While missin’ my uncle, this shit really crazy
I don’t get no break; the x-ray is gravy
It’s so many lies, I don’t got no trust
Y'all morals is flimsy, they don’t got no crust
I’m sick and I’m tired, I’m triggered as fuck
But I’m gifted; I’m tryin to keep it a buck
Collected my sorrows like spare change
There’s things that I still do not dare name
I remember not wantin’ to bear claim
But like twins playin’, here’s some ‘fair-game’:
I asked God if I could see him, he said: “get yo-self a mirror”
“Decision bring nigga nearer; Yo vision could be more clearer”
( Kenneth Callier )
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