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Now that I'm on! my momma tell me don't worry back getting back on
I'm just tryna stay on-Fleming's for my filet zone
What's the lengths you would go to getcho money up
If losing everything was at a cost could you afford it bruh

On my way to get it in the city with the 40 tuck
Never copped from em if he try it imma leave em slumped
Cuz if he want smoke then I got it but it ain't Blunt
Patna on parole told me put the work in the trunk

I know some niggas prolly hate me for real, you earn a place in marathons
I'm overlapping the kills-you pay the cost to be the boss well I'm not signing a deal
Unless them labels come numbers I can sit with a meal

Niggas ain't built for the field I already know
Real recognize real and I can tell niggas hoes
ISSA cold world so u betta bring a winter coat
And keep ya circle smaller than a mf telescope

Momma I know you think I'm a mess, with all these f*cking beds
I made it hurt to balance the rest-I'm losing touch with everybody
Who was there from the start, it's not about if niggas riding is they there when you park

Tell me do you mean everything that u really say
Take that shit to heart
And my heart hold a lot of pain
I don't trust a soul I don't think it will ever change
When I'm on the road with the load can u be a saint

I'm sorry I can't make hit on the real, I always stick to what I know
So I'm presenting the field-half the time this reminiscing often give me the chills
Cuz half this shit I either did or I should be on a pill

I might pop a bean I don't wanna think about thang
Money on my mind all the time I'm bouta make a play
Brody got a line on the white but it's outta state
I won't say a name if the boys start running
Plates

How you balance out the perks from a heart
Pooh really died and I'm just thinking I don't where to start
Bitches calling like I hope you make it out of the dark
Man I'm just praying that this music heal the void with a spark

Had to cut this bitch off guess we wasn't on the same page
Read between lines I realized that the love fake
I can never let another bitch try to run game
Baby imma dog I can do you in the worse way

You ever felt the f*cking shock from the pain
You ever had to play the field cuz you was left in the rain
Ever had to take the knife and move that shit from yo ribs
You ever had to steal from family to provide for yo kids
We ain't alike because I'm preaching the real
My youngest nigga made parole but off them drugs he might just scope you for real
Half the time can't tell the lies from the real
In my dreams I'm having visions that the reaper either coming to kill

I ain't never worried bout mf a thing homie
I got god on my side and that thing on me
Let a nigga play it crazy put em on a white tee

Yeah my mind playing games on me, I got God on my side with that thang on me
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Now that I'm on! my momma tell me don't worry back getting back on
I'm just tryna stay on-Fleming's for my filet zone
What's the lengths you would go to getcho money up
If losing everything was at a cost could you afford it bruh

On my way to get it in the city with the 40 tuck
Never copped from em if he try it imma leave em slumped
Cuz if he want smoke then I got it but it ain't Blunt
Patna on parole told me put the work in the trunk

I know some niggas prolly hate me for real, you earn a place in marathons
I'm overlapping the kills-you pay the cost to be the boss well I'm not signing a deal
Unless them labels come numbers I can sit with a meal

Niggas ain't built for the field I already know
Real recognize real and I can tell niggas hoes
ISSA cold world so u betta bring a winter coat
And keep ya circle smaller than a mf telescope

Momma I know you think I'm a mess, with all these f*cking beds
I made it hurt to balance the rest-I'm losing touch with everybody
Who was there from the start, it's not about if niggas riding is they there when you park

Tell me do you mean everything that u really say
Take that shit to heart
And my heart hold a lot of pain
I don't trust a soul I don't think it will ever change
When I'm on the road with the load can u be a saint

I'm sorry I can't make hit on the real, I always stick to what I know
So I'm presenting the field-half the time this reminiscing often give me the chills
Cuz half this shit I either did or I should be on a pill

I might pop a bean I don't wanna think about thang
Money on my mind all the time I'm bouta make a play
Brody got a line on the white but it's outta state
I won't say a name if the boys start running
Plates

How you balance out the perks from a heart
Pooh really died and I'm just thinking I don't where to start
Bitches calling like I hope you make it out of the dark
Man I'm just praying that this music heal the void with a spark

Had to cut this bitch off guess we wasn't on the same page
Read between lines I realized that the love fake
I can never let another bitch try to run game
Baby imma dog I can do you in the worse way

You ever felt the f*cking shock from the pain
You ever had to play the field cuz you was left in the rain
Ever had to take the knife and move that shit from yo ribs
You ever had to steal from family to provide for yo kids
We ain't alike because I'm preaching the real
My youngest nigga made parole but off them drugs he might just scope you for real
Half the time can't tell the lies from the real
In my dreams I'm having visions that the reaper either coming to kill

I ain't never worried bout mf a thing homie
I got god on my side and that thing on me
Let a nigga play it crazy put em on a white tee

Yeah my mind playing games on me, I got God on my side with that thang on me
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Writer: Jaylin Watkins, Ryan Jones
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