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KBM Truth - Finish Line/New Season (feat. Todinero) Lyrics



KBM Truth - Finish Line/New Season (feat. Todinero) Lyrics
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I've been trying to figure out how to make it to the top, so I can't make it out this race
Cars going so fast, tryna speed away from past, gotta keep the wheels steady cause it's bad overcast
Didn't like how these niggas did me. Gotta get my homes up, put up like three rings
Many days I ain't had no dreams, now they dreaming of me, Pull up in a new Rari
Nowadays I ain't taking no sorry
Should've known better that you don't cross me
Especially after I brought you to town, even showed you around, now you can't come around
I can't go back
Give you roses with the thorns on em so you feel my stabs
Yea you stabbed me in my back, almost gave me heart attack, now you can't come back
Too busy to lay up I gotta go get it
Nigga been pimpin', ain't catchin' no feelings
Pull up with a stick unlimited ammunition
She gon' f*ck on the spot cause my windows are tinted
I'm with all of the smoke, we jump right in it
Think bout hitting her up, I ain't f*cked in a minute
Shout out my game, we be walking shit down
Illegal gun bring the switches to the town
Transport all the drugs in a beater
I'll kick the bitch out real fast, I don't need her
Two bad bitched with the same name, got Keisha still smoking Keesha
Take out the child, lock out that door. How bout that mothaf*cka and delete ya
See a nigga face all in the score. Long range, nigga smoking like reefer
Ever had some dreams where you so f*cked up you can't go to sleep?
Ever got so paranoid? Pole under sheets
Feelin' like Trippie, big 14 when I hit the streets
Even when shit got tough, KBM was deep
Now that I grew off past, you know I'm back up
Dreams more reasonable now, I want that Lambo truck
Big things comin' our way, you know they ain't leavin'
Big things comin' our way, you know this our season
Niggas be sittin' on racks, be sittin' on packs, they ain't gotta play with it
Niggas be spendin' on hoes, spendin' on clothes, I ain't got time for it. Niggas be showin' they pole, niggas be hoes, still get robbed with it
I just be in the stu with the same shoes, making hit for hit
Niggas be havin' no woods, havin' no weed, taking hit for hit
Niggas be tough for show, niggas be low, taking hit for hit
Niggas all talk in they song, what is he on, what is he yappin' about? Niggas ain't never been down, never been low, never been in the drought
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I've been trying to figure out how to make it to the top, so I can't make it out this race
Cars going so fast, tryna speed away from past, gotta keep the wheels steady cause it's bad overcast
Didn't like how these niggas did me. Gotta get my homes up, put up like three rings
Many days I ain't had no dreams, now they dreaming of me, Pull up in a new Rari
Nowadays I ain't taking no sorry
Should've known better that you don't cross me
Especially after I brought you to town, even showed you around, now you can't come around
I can't go back
Give you roses with the thorns on em so you feel my stabs
Yea you stabbed me in my back, almost gave me heart attack, now you can't come back
Too busy to lay up I gotta go get it
Nigga been pimpin', ain't catchin' no feelings
Pull up with a stick unlimited ammunition
She gon' f*ck on the spot cause my windows are tinted
I'm with all of the smoke, we jump right in it
Think bout hitting her up, I ain't f*cked in a minute
Shout out my game, we be walking shit down
Illegal gun bring the switches to the town
Transport all the drugs in a beater
I'll kick the bitch out real fast, I don't need her
Two bad bitched with the same name, got Keisha still smoking Keesha
Take out the child, lock out that door. How bout that mothaf*cka and delete ya
See a nigga face all in the score. Long range, nigga smoking like reefer
Ever had some dreams where you so f*cked up you can't go to sleep?
Ever got so paranoid? Pole under sheets
Feelin' like Trippie, big 14 when I hit the streets
Even when shit got tough, KBM was deep
Now that I grew off past, you know I'm back up
Dreams more reasonable now, I want that Lambo truck
Big things comin' our way, you know they ain't leavin'
Big things comin' our way, you know this our season
Niggas be sittin' on racks, be sittin' on packs, they ain't gotta play with it
Niggas be spendin' on hoes, spendin' on clothes, I ain't got time for it. Niggas be showin' they pole, niggas be hoes, still get robbed with it
I just be in the stu with the same shoes, making hit for hit
Niggas be havin' no woods, havin' no weed, taking hit for hit
Niggas be tough for show, niggas be low, taking hit for hit
Niggas all talk in they song, what is he on, what is he yappin' about? Niggas ain't never been down, never been low, never been in the drought
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Writer: Alexander Perez, Timothy Peterson
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