War All the Tim3 Interlude
Hold up I'm posted and shit
Just off the fact
That live what I rap
Live what I write
Prophesizing to the kids
In studios Im just stuck at trynna get sleep at night
Miss my homie Nas
Too strapped to hip and back at the game
Too much gain
Casualties of the hood main frame
Trynna put stain on your name
Is it by design
I used to love her,and that chick
And now too hard to define
Got all messages
Leave on em on read
Looked in mirror
Step back step back
Kick it
Step back kick it
Step back step back
Kick it
I got feed my family
Fuck it I want a Grammy
Top 5 in jersey no one can test
Its a gift and curse
I know the preacher
The devil
My hope
The grave
The shovel
I prayed
I failed tho
Nigga I'm Trynna be rolling in dollars, no I'm not talking about Creflo
Yet this shit sound likes some strupt throat
The cancer
The answer, the word to turn gold into true metal
Hold it for ransom
I understand son
Me and my team moving shit
Just because I pop on the gram
Fam I don't gotta move a brick
Still getting used to this business kid
In landscape that rather not fuck with it
Shoutout Ab
The gov don't move me I'm about the move- mint
Catch me in my thoughts
About altering slots in stock
Mentally I'm on the clock between
Half pass have and have not
In hell's kitchen
With numbing rum so deep you can feel it in your blood clots
Just off the fact
That live what I rap
Live what I write
Prophesizing to the kids
In studios Im just stuck at trynna get sleep at night
Miss my homie Nas
Too strapped to hip and back at the game
Too much gain
Casualties of the hood main frame
Trynna put stain on your name
Is it by design
I used to love her,and that chick
And now too hard to define
Got all messages
Leave on em on read
Looked in mirror
Step back step back
Kick it
Step back kick it
Step back step back
Kick it
I got feed my family
Fuck it I want a Grammy
Top 5 in jersey no one can test
Its a gift and curse
I know the preacher
The devil
My hope
The grave
The shovel
I prayed
I failed tho
Nigga I'm Trynna be rolling in dollars, no I'm not talking about Creflo
Yet this shit sound likes some strupt throat
The cancer
The answer, the word to turn gold into true metal
Hold it for ransom
I understand son
Me and my team moving shit
Just because I pop on the gram
Fam I don't gotta move a brick
Still getting used to this business kid
In landscape that rather not fuck with it
Shoutout Ab
The gov don't move me I'm about the move- mint
Catch me in my thoughts
About altering slots in stock
Mentally I'm on the clock between
Half pass have and have not
In hell's kitchen
With numbing rum so deep you can feel it in your blood clots
Credits
Writer(s): De’von Bostick
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