Pulse
I thought that I could reason with your flaws
At what cost? Can barley pay it off, got me feeling so lost
I'm standing outside in the middle of the hall, in the belly of the beast, I'm just passing through its jaws
Barley getting started now, we're barley getting started now
And knowing what I know right now, I wish we never started out
I felt effects then fell defect, I felt the rain, felt the pain, dealt with shame, fell twice then once again
Got back up, I'm not the same, a man can change, example A
Look at where I've grown, and how I've grown and where A Nigga place
Atop the leader board of underground Atlanta acts
I'm the ax, cutting culture vultures lines to the cash
Fuck your supreme and your nasdaq, just send a couple hundreds through the cash app then cash that
I cannot lie, I thought I loved ya, but you're just another, cold hearted motherfucker
Tryna come up me but I ain't them other others, too smart for the games thats played on these other brothers
Nice whips, nice chains, although it's leased a nice range, Rest In Peace to your name
Copyrighted, gotta change, no profit, no game, no options no way
Sitting waiting through the days, in hopes you'll blow up once again
At what cost? Can barley pay it off, got me feeling so lost
I'm standing outside in the middle of the hall, in the belly of the beast, I'm just passing through its jaws
Barley getting started now, we're barley getting started now
And knowing what I know right now, I wish we never started out
I felt effects then fell defect, I felt the rain, felt the pain, dealt with shame, fell twice then once again
Got back up, I'm not the same, a man can change, example A
Look at where I've grown, and how I've grown and where A Nigga place
Atop the leader board of underground Atlanta acts
I'm the ax, cutting culture vultures lines to the cash
Fuck your supreme and your nasdaq, just send a couple hundreds through the cash app then cash that
I cannot lie, I thought I loved ya, but you're just another, cold hearted motherfucker
Tryna come up me but I ain't them other others, too smart for the games thats played on these other brothers
Nice whips, nice chains, although it's leased a nice range, Rest In Peace to your name
Copyrighted, gotta change, no profit, no game, no options no way
Sitting waiting through the days, in hopes you'll blow up once again
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Writer(s): Alexander Bryant
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