It's the backpack hustler effort never Lack luster
If you don't feel no pain Then how the f*ck I'm supposed to Trust ya
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
Prepare ya pallet
I change the Recipe
No ifs about it
Was made to Rest in peace
Been highly scouted
To take my breath from me
I Probably doubt it
They wanna let Me be
A lot about a little I know nothing at All
When I step up in the party hope They playing my song
Hands up Now show me what you got
They Say I'm taking too long
Yeah they Quick to steal the culture say I'm Doing it wrong
What's the root of it all
I wanna run They say crawl
I'm tryna save they Say ball
Feel like I'm destined to fall
Backseat with my knees tight
F*ck Nigga what it beez like
Downtown For the delight
Of my tis of thee, Black misery
Clear to see they plain Sick of me
Hung us high from that Hickory
Lock us up with they Trickory
Anything to get rid of me
They tryna make blacks history
No February
It could get very scary
Wrong place wrong time now I'm Dead and buried
Oh shit
Trump said he tryna help a nigga
My dick
Dirty water Flint while I Treat my wrist
Lookin like the Sequel to revenge of the Sith
Fast Forward to the end when I talk my Shit
Solo solo
In a polo
Cops use Force on me
Choke a nigga till he Can't breathe
Real talk niggas mine As well leave
To the land of our fathers
Filled With poets and scholars
Can I borrow a dollar?
Baby I'm Trying to holla
Bring you back to The Sala
Leave the rest up to Allah
I Cant dress you in Prada
But I can Bless you with knowledge
Still ain't finish no college
Sally Mae lookin brolic
They just want my Deposit
You can't look in my wallet
All that pressure exhausted
It turn Me alcoholic
Will I quit I can't call it
Will I quit I can't
It's he backpack hustler effort never Lack luster
If you don't feel no pain Then how the fukk I'm posed to Trust her
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
The way you live your life
L.G. - Escape Lyrics
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It's the backpack hustler effort never Lack luster
If you don't feel no pain Then how the f*ck I'm supposed to Trust ya
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
Prepare ya pallet
I change the Recipe
No ifs about it
Was made to Rest in peace
Been highly scouted
To take my breath from me
I Probably doubt it
They wanna let Me be
A lot about a little I know nothing at All
When I step up in the party hope They playing my song
Hands up Now show me what you got
They Say I'm taking too long
Yeah they Quick to steal the culture say I'm Doing it wrong
What's the root of it all
I wanna run They say crawl
I'm tryna save they Say ball
Feel like I'm destined to fall
Backseat with my knees tight
F*ck Nigga what it beez like
Downtown For the delight
Of my tis of thee, Black misery
Clear to see they plain Sick of me
Hung us high from that Hickory
Lock us up with they Trickory
Anything to get rid of me
They tryna make blacks history
No February
It could get very scary
Wrong place wrong time now I'm Dead and buried
Oh shit
Trump said he tryna help a nigga
My dick
Dirty water Flint while I Treat my wrist
Lookin like the Sequel to revenge of the Sith
Fast Forward to the end when I talk my Shit
Solo solo
In a polo
Cops use Force on me
Choke a nigga till he Can't breathe
Real talk niggas mine As well leave
To the land of our fathers
Filled With poets and scholars
Can I borrow a dollar?
Baby I'm Trying to holla
Bring you back to The Sala
Leave the rest up to Allah
I Cant dress you in Prada
But I can Bless you with knowledge
Still ain't finish no college
Sally Mae lookin brolic
They just want my Deposit
You can't look in my wallet
All that pressure exhausted
It turn Me alcoholic
Will I quit I can't call it
Will I quit I can't
It's he backpack hustler effort never Lack luster
If you don't feel no pain Then how the fukk I'm posed to Trust her
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
The way you live your life
If you don't feel no pain Then how the f*ck I'm supposed to Trust ya
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
Prepare ya pallet
I change the Recipe
No ifs about it
Was made to Rest in peace
Been highly scouted
To take my breath from me
I Probably doubt it
They wanna let Me be
A lot about a little I know nothing at All
When I step up in the party hope They playing my song
Hands up Now show me what you got
They Say I'm taking too long
Yeah they Quick to steal the culture say I'm Doing it wrong
What's the root of it all
I wanna run They say crawl
I'm tryna save they Say ball
Feel like I'm destined to fall
Backseat with my knees tight
F*ck Nigga what it beez like
Downtown For the delight
Of my tis of thee, Black misery
Clear to see they plain Sick of me
Hung us high from that Hickory
Lock us up with they Trickory
Anything to get rid of me
They tryna make blacks history
No February
It could get very scary
Wrong place wrong time now I'm Dead and buried
Oh shit
Trump said he tryna help a nigga
My dick
Dirty water Flint while I Treat my wrist
Lookin like the Sequel to revenge of the Sith
Fast Forward to the end when I talk my Shit
Solo solo
In a polo
Cops use Force on me
Choke a nigga till he Can't breathe
Real talk niggas mine As well leave
To the land of our fathers
Filled With poets and scholars
Can I borrow a dollar?
Baby I'm Trying to holla
Bring you back to The Sala
Leave the rest up to Allah
I Cant dress you in Prada
But I can Bless you with knowledge
Still ain't finish no college
Sally Mae lookin brolic
They just want my Deposit
You can't look in my wallet
All that pressure exhausted
It turn Me alcoholic
Will I quit I can't call it
Will I quit I can't
It's he backpack hustler effort never Lack luster
If you don't feel no pain Then how the fukk I'm posed to Trust her
Pray to God to tell me What is heaven really like
He told Me a reflection of the way you live Your life
The way you live your life
Writer: Lamar Gamble
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