No Sense of Direction
Took a wrong turn
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
Lost with no direction
Tired of bitches in my mentions
Talking bout some shit I did
Well look who took the fucking win
Dreams of what you hope to be
But you'd rather show then leave
Name ain't on the bracket
Spend some time and gotta practice
Get to working get to earning
Bitch your problems don't concern me
Look for a tec so I reach in the dresser
And put on a coat that I wear for the weather
Let me brace this storm
Sewn cotton staying warm
Done this shit for sport
Since the day that I've been born
Took a wrong turn
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
I don't do collabs
Unless you handing out the cash
Looks like I'll just have to pass
Cause your music's fucking trash
Right back to the board
Trash that shit and rerecord
Right click it then delete
Ain't make the cut and won't be seen
Never to be known
Never played and never shown
No they don't know your name
You got no hint of fucking fame
I just do the shit for free
You want my name I charge a fee
They don't know they're doubting me
Just wait a sec and you will see
Took a wrong turn
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
Lost with no direction
Tired of bitches in my mentions
Talking bout some shit I did
Well look who took the fucking win
Dreams of what you hope to be
But you'd rather show then leave
Name ain't on the bracket
Spend some time and gotta practice
Get to working get to earning
Bitch your problems don't concern me
Look for a tec so I reach in the dresser
And put on a coat that I wear for the weather
Let me brace this storm
Sewn cotton staying warm
Done this shit for sport
Since the day that I've been born
Took a wrong turn
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
I don't do collabs
Unless you handing out the cash
Looks like I'll just have to pass
Cause your music's fucking trash
Right back to the board
Trash that shit and rerecord
Right click it then delete
Ain't make the cut and won't be seen
Never to be known
Never played and never shown
No they don't know your name
You got no hint of fucking fame
I just do the shit for free
You want my name I charge a fee
They don't know they're doubting me
Just wait a sec and you will see
Took a wrong turn
So I let the blunt burn
Into ash to the ground
All alone no one around
Got an empty wallet
Stuck it deep inside my pocket
All I got is green
And a rut I'm stuck between
Credits
Writer(s): Yck
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