Nah it ain't real safe outside
Keep a steel 9 on the bedside
Cause they might try to come inside
Walking the room with a demonic smile
Hiding in the curtain with the beam on his eyes
Say hello to God then i squeeze let it fly
Blood on my Yeezys I need some new slides
Price that you pay when you trying to get fly
He trying to get high
But Nah
I realized we not we same
It's 2 different games that we playing
You off somewhere just faking the praying
You selling your soul but the devil ain't paying
Make a beat off the sound of it spraying
Yeah
Cause I'm cut like that I'll
Really make a beat off the sound of it spraying yeah
Cause I'm cut like that but
All it ever was, was a lie
He get high, he outside, no suprise
Life it eat you up, like you better more alive
He do the devil's work to keep his body high
Bitch I crossed that road
I know things that only God know
Things don't matter as much as the goals
He giving up cause he stuck at the tolls
I been around for a while I know
You stack your money and f*ck on some hoes
Keep all your thoughts on the mother f*cking low, cause that's how they know
Yeah which way to get you yea which way to go
You just a target
Pyschological marksman
Yea these bitches insane
Even regardless
He gone quit once he start it
He not built for the change
She think it's awesome
She ain't think what it cost him
Now he killing his brain
Now he in apartments
Yeah that love yeah he lost it
Yeah and I feel the pain
Please don't think that I'm heartless
Just cause I ain't been calling
I did this for the gains
But you think I tossed it
Yeah I get it what I wanted
And It's me I can blame
I know it's awful
Look how easy it all could
Be but it ain't the same
Cause everything's different
And I know you don't feel it
So just let me complain
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Nah it ain't real safe outside
Keep a steel 9 on the bedside
Cause they might try to come inside
Walking the room with a demonic smile
Hiding in the curtain with the beam on his eyes
Say hello to God then i squeeze let it fly
Blood on my Yeezys I need some new slides
Price that you pay when you trying to get fly
He trying to get high
But Nah
I realized we not we same
It's 2 different games that we playing
You off somewhere just faking the praying
You selling your soul but the devil ain't paying
Make a beat off the sound of it spraying
Yeah
Cause I'm cut like that I'll
Really make a beat off the sound of it spraying yeah
Cause I'm cut like that but
All it ever was, was a lie
He get high, he outside, no suprise
Life it eat you up, like you better more alive
He do the devil's work to keep his body high
Bitch I crossed that road
I know things that only God know
Things don't matter as much as the goals
He giving up cause he stuck at the tolls
I been around for a while I know
You stack your money and f*ck on some hoes
Keep all your thoughts on the mother f*cking low, cause that's how they know
Yeah which way to get you yea which way to go
You just a target
Pyschological marksman
Yea these bitches insane
Even regardless
He gone quit once he start it
He not built for the change
She think it's awesome
She ain't think what it cost him
Now he killing his brain
Now he in apartments
Yeah that love yeah he lost it
Yeah and I feel the pain
Please don't think that I'm heartless
Just cause I ain't been calling
I did this for the gains
But you think I tossed it
Yeah I get it what I wanted
And It's me I can blame
I know it's awful
Look how easy it all could
Be but it ain't the same
Cause everything's different
And I know you don't feel it
So just let me complain
Keep a steel 9 on the bedside
Cause they might try to come inside
Walking the room with a demonic smile
Hiding in the curtain with the beam on his eyes
Say hello to God then i squeeze let it fly
Blood on my Yeezys I need some new slides
Price that you pay when you trying to get fly
He trying to get high
But Nah
I realized we not we same
It's 2 different games that we playing
You off somewhere just faking the praying
You selling your soul but the devil ain't paying
Make a beat off the sound of it spraying
Yeah
Cause I'm cut like that I'll
Really make a beat off the sound of it spraying yeah
Cause I'm cut like that but
All it ever was, was a lie
He get high, he outside, no suprise
Life it eat you up, like you better more alive
He do the devil's work to keep his body high
Bitch I crossed that road
I know things that only God know
Things don't matter as much as the goals
He giving up cause he stuck at the tolls
I been around for a while I know
You stack your money and f*ck on some hoes
Keep all your thoughts on the mother f*cking low, cause that's how they know
Yeah which way to get you yea which way to go
You just a target
Pyschological marksman
Yea these bitches insane
Even regardless
He gone quit once he start it
He not built for the change
She think it's awesome
She ain't think what it cost him
Now he killing his brain
Now he in apartments
Yeah that love yeah he lost it
Yeah and I feel the pain
Please don't think that I'm heartless
Just cause I ain't been calling
I did this for the gains
But you think I tossed it
Yeah I get it what I wanted
And It's me I can blame
I know it's awful
Look how easy it all could
Be but it ain't the same
Cause everything's different
And I know you don't feel it
So just let me complain
Writer: Raymond Ramirez
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