I lost a million on a car payment
No retribution for the shooters reincarnated
And on my stoop, I see a jeweler with no penny bag
I check my at then double back my nigga gimme dat
Ou
A little bit of juice
Swishing through the mud
Blood on my new shoes
Called them niggas cuz
But they ain't brothers something off in the wind
Them crackers calling on my line they tryna offer me ten
I seen my doctor write prescriptions feeling awful again
Maybe this time is the last time I sin
Maybe next time be the time we finally make our amends
But girl I doubt it
Douse myself in weed smell snorting powder
Mouse and roaches in the living room it's crowded
Met my mate ain't said a single thing about it
Cuz now we living it up
She a worry wart I put too many percs in the cup
Text the courier he told me he'd be here by my lunch
Gotta make it back to work but I still feel f*cked up
In the basement with no faces just myself and my mistakes and
My missteps was so adjacent to the path of major players
That I kept on going at it even though the money cracking
Doing math across the street I think I'm heading to the rafters
Just a dream and a nickel for a dime
Bag on my head, women paying me no mind
Wearing masks of the dead
Got addicted to my crimes
I can't ask for a cent
Begging ain't for you and I
Why?
Let me think for a minute
I'll give you head and suck that tail till there ain't pink left up in it
And once we finish wish you well
Won't ever tell on the business
We buy in, it's private
Come home that sink full of dishes
I lie in
Geronimo for my vices
Graduation gifts, my ex went honor roll for a Breitling
Now I ain't making shit sometimes I wish I finessed for a six
Figure salary and 401K for my kids
But she a *****
And I don't use that word lightly
Say that to my woman see the speed that I be striking
Say to my momma and you losing all your karma
That's once you lose your life bro I ain't into moving calmer
Rather take fate to my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting,
Niggas off in they own land
I said I'd rather take my fate into my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting
Niggas off
In they own land
These niggas off
SKP & J-Prime - Alleyways Lyrics
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I lost a million on a car payment
No retribution for the shooters reincarnated
And on my stoop, I see a jeweler with no penny bag
I check my at then double back my nigga gimme dat
Ou
A little bit of juice
Swishing through the mud
Blood on my new shoes
Called them niggas cuz
But they ain't brothers something off in the wind
Them crackers calling on my line they tryna offer me ten
I seen my doctor write prescriptions feeling awful again
Maybe this time is the last time I sin
Maybe next time be the time we finally make our amends
But girl I doubt it
Douse myself in weed smell snorting powder
Mouse and roaches in the living room it's crowded
Met my mate ain't said a single thing about it
Cuz now we living it up
She a worry wart I put too many percs in the cup
Text the courier he told me he'd be here by my lunch
Gotta make it back to work but I still feel f*cked up
In the basement with no faces just myself and my mistakes and
My missteps was so adjacent to the path of major players
That I kept on going at it even though the money cracking
Doing math across the street I think I'm heading to the rafters
Just a dream and a nickel for a dime
Bag on my head, women paying me no mind
Wearing masks of the dead
Got addicted to my crimes
I can't ask for a cent
Begging ain't for you and I
Why?
Let me think for a minute
I'll give you head and suck that tail till there ain't pink left up in it
And once we finish wish you well
Won't ever tell on the business
We buy in, it's private
Come home that sink full of dishes
I lie in
Geronimo for my vices
Graduation gifts, my ex went honor roll for a Breitling
Now I ain't making shit sometimes I wish I finessed for a six
Figure salary and 401K for my kids
But she a *****
And I don't use that word lightly
Say that to my woman see the speed that I be striking
Say to my momma and you losing all your karma
That's once you lose your life bro I ain't into moving calmer
Rather take fate to my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting,
Niggas off in they own land
I said I'd rather take my fate into my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting
Niggas off
In they own land
These niggas off
No retribution for the shooters reincarnated
And on my stoop, I see a jeweler with no penny bag
I check my at then double back my nigga gimme dat
Ou
A little bit of juice
Swishing through the mud
Blood on my new shoes
Called them niggas cuz
But they ain't brothers something off in the wind
Them crackers calling on my line they tryna offer me ten
I seen my doctor write prescriptions feeling awful again
Maybe this time is the last time I sin
Maybe next time be the time we finally make our amends
But girl I doubt it
Douse myself in weed smell snorting powder
Mouse and roaches in the living room it's crowded
Met my mate ain't said a single thing about it
Cuz now we living it up
She a worry wart I put too many percs in the cup
Text the courier he told me he'd be here by my lunch
Gotta make it back to work but I still feel f*cked up
In the basement with no faces just myself and my mistakes and
My missteps was so adjacent to the path of major players
That I kept on going at it even though the money cracking
Doing math across the street I think I'm heading to the rafters
Just a dream and a nickel for a dime
Bag on my head, women paying me no mind
Wearing masks of the dead
Got addicted to my crimes
I can't ask for a cent
Begging ain't for you and I
Why?
Let me think for a minute
I'll give you head and suck that tail till there ain't pink left up in it
And once we finish wish you well
Won't ever tell on the business
We buy in, it's private
Come home that sink full of dishes
I lie in
Geronimo for my vices
Graduation gifts, my ex went honor roll for a Breitling
Now I ain't making shit sometimes I wish I finessed for a six
Figure salary and 401K for my kids
But she a *****
And I don't use that word lightly
Say that to my woman see the speed that I be striking
Say to my momma and you losing all your karma
That's once you lose your life bro I ain't into moving calmer
Rather take fate to my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting,
Niggas off in they own land
I said I'd rather take my fate into my own hands
Fell in love with Lucy in the fire while we slow danced
Fell in love with roofing way too high for the romance
Coming down from shooting
Niggas off
In they own land
These niggas off
Writer: Kereth Jones
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