No Hook

Aight See Yo

If they don't try and take ya life
They try and take ya soul

Gotta keep control
Im balling outta control

Its a code niggas live by
But nobody live by

My niggas out roll in any weather
Like a semi
Boutta bring the game to a boil
Its at a simmer

Had to tell my bitch
I be gone till November

Timbs on
I be trapping tree
Yelling timber!

Young cat
Grown to be king
Call me simba

Lost everything that i love
Word to this embalm

Came from M.I.B
I rather not remember

Slick feeling like C
After sunny told em
Nobody care

God beat me home
Get me the fuck outta here

If i stay
I prolly catch a body

Cops looking for me
They not gone find me

Media at my momma crib
The fam downplay it

Moral of the story
Don't believe
Everything you take it

AHHH

Been Up like 24-8 Hours
Its a blessing and a curse
Im thinking the shits insomnia

Talking to the bro
Said some personal shit

Then he told me that im stressing
Kept my personal shit

These bitches got it like scammers with good credit
Never been a scammer
You one
You gone get it

Outta niggas that i grew up with
I see a few
Other niggas they been drugged out quick

I peep too
Its a lotta shit
You gotta change
A lot of shit
You gotta see

A lotta people gotta work
A lotta people gotta be

You see the shit in common
They gotta be

Man they working till they dead
I'm chancing like lotterys

Yea i had to learn the hard way
Was focused on the wrong ways
And ion like to sleep
I like to work on these long days
Yea

Cause i know these days
They gone pay off
Travel to a state
I write
Can't make these days long nigga

Word word word word word



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Writer(s): Shaun Sinclair, Anthony Rosa
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