Not gon' lie I made a lot of mistakes
Ain't gon' lie I put a lot in my bank
It ain't enough pour me up I don't bother to chase
Cuz I'm used to the pain and I ain't hiding the taste I'm hot as the flame
Double dutch nigga I'm as high as the stakes
Only us me and gang tryna buy an estate
And all my niggas out sliding like they tryna hit base
Left them bitches outside and they mad that they can't
Get in
I forced a way when I couldn't get in
No more breaking and entering I'm in it to win
Remember back when I was broke I couldn't buy me a win
Now I'm swiping at the register I enter the pin
R.I.P them niggas that got into the pin
They ain't dead but the world finna treat em like that
I see it like that, told me he was gon' be rite back
Why he walking with the heater cold world streets freezing like that
You won't catch me wit a beanie like that
Cuz I practice what I preach I don't be wit the cap
Told my man a couple weeks ima hit em for that
Niggas got 'em we gon' get 'em for that
That's a promise
I'm cool with the C's I ain't looking for no honors
Cuz I been on a roll regardless
I been poppin hoes like bottles
And I been coppin' clothes like models
800 for the Dolce Gabanna
Got two so my bro be styling
No boo cuz these hoes be wilding
Nobu eating rolls and lobster
I rose on the comp like flowers
Put 'em on they grave as they lowered 'em downwards
It's gon' be a funeral it ain't one of ours
We done lost enough we ain't giving up nada
12 tryna blitz but I believe in my line up
12 hour shifts I was working my time up
Hurting for a Birken I had worsened my problems
From studying for class to blowing smoke in the commons
I'm running up a bag rope a doping and dodging
They gon' keep reaching 'til the moment they tired
And when that time here I'll be coming with fire
Like I already been but this time it'll be hotter
Choppa heat seeking Jimmy Butler and Dragic
I just keep eating off a couple of dollas
And lately I been fiendin' for more need me some more
Momma mad at me she won't see me or call
Can't wait to see her mad happy with the keys to the Porshe
It's Lord TY so you catch me whippin' demons of course
Give a nigga 12 months and I'll be higher than you seen me before
And y'all ain't even seen me before
But I been working hard cuz I want a couple cars
Tryna flood the watch out and flood up the garage
But you gotta live small before you get it large
What you niggas in for nothing short of a surprise
Nigga what's a hustle without struggle
Tell me whats a fist without the knuckles
One gon' need the other
Everybody tellin me my dreams out of space but its cool cuz I'm looking through the scope of the Hubble
We was riding round in the sport wit no buckles
We was walking round sporting coats with the bubbles
Winter came around wasn't playing in the snow
We was running round town tryna' shovel for a couple
Momma smell the dope we in trouble
I was only 17 nigga pulling strings like a muscle
Yea my life in pieces but I'm tryna play the puzzle
Forgiato dreamin' out in Houston like I'm Russell
Feel like Halloween the way I'm ghosting all you suckas
Tryna get between my money ima have to Andrew Luck 'em
And I got a lot banking on this
I invested in myself one day ima thank me for this
I went thru the storm and I'm still going through it
I know that it's wrong but I'm still gon' do it nigga
7
Lord TY - Mistakes Lyrics
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Not gon' lie I made a lot of mistakes
Ain't gon' lie I put a lot in my bank
It ain't enough pour me up I don't bother to chase
Cuz I'm used to the pain and I ain't hiding the taste I'm hot as the flame
Double dutch nigga I'm as high as the stakes
Only us me and gang tryna buy an estate
And all my niggas out sliding like they tryna hit base
Left them bitches outside and they mad that they can't
Get in
I forced a way when I couldn't get in
No more breaking and entering I'm in it to win
Remember back when I was broke I couldn't buy me a win
Now I'm swiping at the register I enter the pin
R.I.P them niggas that got into the pin
They ain't dead but the world finna treat em like that
I see it like that, told me he was gon' be rite back
Why he walking with the heater cold world streets freezing like that
You won't catch me wit a beanie like that
Cuz I practice what I preach I don't be wit the cap
Told my man a couple weeks ima hit em for that
Niggas got 'em we gon' get 'em for that
That's a promise
I'm cool with the C's I ain't looking for no honors
Cuz I been on a roll regardless
I been poppin hoes like bottles
And I been coppin' clothes like models
800 for the Dolce Gabanna
Got two so my bro be styling
No boo cuz these hoes be wilding
Nobu eating rolls and lobster
I rose on the comp like flowers
Put 'em on they grave as they lowered 'em downwards
It's gon' be a funeral it ain't one of ours
We done lost enough we ain't giving up nada
12 tryna blitz but I believe in my line up
12 hour shifts I was working my time up
Hurting for a Birken I had worsened my problems
From studying for class to blowing smoke in the commons
I'm running up a bag rope a doping and dodging
They gon' keep reaching 'til the moment they tired
And when that time here I'll be coming with fire
Like I already been but this time it'll be hotter
Choppa heat seeking Jimmy Butler and Dragic
I just keep eating off a couple of dollas
And lately I been fiendin' for more need me some more
Momma mad at me she won't see me or call
Can't wait to see her mad happy with the keys to the Porshe
It's Lord TY so you catch me whippin' demons of course
Give a nigga 12 months and I'll be higher than you seen me before
And y'all ain't even seen me before
But I been working hard cuz I want a couple cars
Tryna flood the watch out and flood up the garage
But you gotta live small before you get it large
What you niggas in for nothing short of a surprise
Nigga what's a hustle without struggle
Tell me whats a fist without the knuckles
One gon' need the other
Everybody tellin me my dreams out of space but its cool cuz I'm looking through the scope of the Hubble
We was riding round in the sport wit no buckles
We was walking round sporting coats with the bubbles
Winter came around wasn't playing in the snow
We was running round town tryna' shovel for a couple
Momma smell the dope we in trouble
I was only 17 nigga pulling strings like a muscle
Yea my life in pieces but I'm tryna play the puzzle
Forgiato dreamin' out in Houston like I'm Russell
Feel like Halloween the way I'm ghosting all you suckas
Tryna get between my money ima have to Andrew Luck 'em
And I got a lot banking on this
I invested in myself one day ima thank me for this
I went thru the storm and I'm still going through it
I know that it's wrong but I'm still gon' do it nigga
7
Ain't gon' lie I put a lot in my bank
It ain't enough pour me up I don't bother to chase
Cuz I'm used to the pain and I ain't hiding the taste I'm hot as the flame
Double dutch nigga I'm as high as the stakes
Only us me and gang tryna buy an estate
And all my niggas out sliding like they tryna hit base
Left them bitches outside and they mad that they can't
Get in
I forced a way when I couldn't get in
No more breaking and entering I'm in it to win
Remember back when I was broke I couldn't buy me a win
Now I'm swiping at the register I enter the pin
R.I.P them niggas that got into the pin
They ain't dead but the world finna treat em like that
I see it like that, told me he was gon' be rite back
Why he walking with the heater cold world streets freezing like that
You won't catch me wit a beanie like that
Cuz I practice what I preach I don't be wit the cap
Told my man a couple weeks ima hit em for that
Niggas got 'em we gon' get 'em for that
That's a promise
I'm cool with the C's I ain't looking for no honors
Cuz I been on a roll regardless
I been poppin hoes like bottles
And I been coppin' clothes like models
800 for the Dolce Gabanna
Got two so my bro be styling
No boo cuz these hoes be wilding
Nobu eating rolls and lobster
I rose on the comp like flowers
Put 'em on they grave as they lowered 'em downwards
It's gon' be a funeral it ain't one of ours
We done lost enough we ain't giving up nada
12 tryna blitz but I believe in my line up
12 hour shifts I was working my time up
Hurting for a Birken I had worsened my problems
From studying for class to blowing smoke in the commons
I'm running up a bag rope a doping and dodging
They gon' keep reaching 'til the moment they tired
And when that time here I'll be coming with fire
Like I already been but this time it'll be hotter
Choppa heat seeking Jimmy Butler and Dragic
I just keep eating off a couple of dollas
And lately I been fiendin' for more need me some more
Momma mad at me she won't see me or call
Can't wait to see her mad happy with the keys to the Porshe
It's Lord TY so you catch me whippin' demons of course
Give a nigga 12 months and I'll be higher than you seen me before
And y'all ain't even seen me before
But I been working hard cuz I want a couple cars
Tryna flood the watch out and flood up the garage
But you gotta live small before you get it large
What you niggas in for nothing short of a surprise
Nigga what's a hustle without struggle
Tell me whats a fist without the knuckles
One gon' need the other
Everybody tellin me my dreams out of space but its cool cuz I'm looking through the scope of the Hubble
We was riding round in the sport wit no buckles
We was walking round sporting coats with the bubbles
Winter came around wasn't playing in the snow
We was running round town tryna' shovel for a couple
Momma smell the dope we in trouble
I was only 17 nigga pulling strings like a muscle
Yea my life in pieces but I'm tryna play the puzzle
Forgiato dreamin' out in Houston like I'm Russell
Feel like Halloween the way I'm ghosting all you suckas
Tryna get between my money ima have to Andrew Luck 'em
And I got a lot banking on this
I invested in myself one day ima thank me for this
I went thru the storm and I'm still going through it
I know that it's wrong but I'm still gon' do it nigga
7
Writer: Timothy Young
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