Lie
I can lie to the world
But I can't hide from myself
I can't let the past go
How many times have I failed?
Them juvenile cells
Are imprinted on my cells
I can paint a bad picture
Every shade of pastel
1133 was that mini cartel
Right
16 block dirty was a living black hell
My venom is this money
If you got it ima snake
This money make pretty
So I flex it till it break
I move in the shadows
Cause the loud mf fake
Bow mf or you can hate
While I get this cake
I'm a solid soul
If I love you then you lucky
Ima put you on this money
Get you jumpin like a bunny
It's funny how ya blood
Be the niggas acting funny
You can feed a mf
He gone bite you when he Hungry
Got my family with me
Feel protected cause I got en
Watch for snakes inside your Garden
They killed Nipsey right on Slawson
Mom I know your spirits Somewhere out there in the stars
So ima fill this void you left
With jewels and foreign cars
I don't wanna be a gangsta
I want people on my team
That vibe on inspiration
Not Percocet and lean
Cant see a counselor
I murder in my dreams
I worry if I tell her
She gone tell me what it means
These feelings that I'm feelings
Could make a rapper sing
Could make a dummy think
They just make me wanna drink
But I can't hide from myself
I can't let the past go
How many times have I failed?
Them juvenile cells
Are imprinted on my cells
I can paint a bad picture
Every shade of pastel
1133 was that mini cartel
Right
16 block dirty was a living black hell
My venom is this money
If you got it ima snake
This money make pretty
So I flex it till it break
I move in the shadows
Cause the loud mf fake
Bow mf or you can hate
While I get this cake
I'm a solid soul
If I love you then you lucky
Ima put you on this money
Get you jumpin like a bunny
It's funny how ya blood
Be the niggas acting funny
You can feed a mf
He gone bite you when he Hungry
Got my family with me
Feel protected cause I got en
Watch for snakes inside your Garden
They killed Nipsey right on Slawson
Mom I know your spirits Somewhere out there in the stars
So ima fill this void you left
With jewels and foreign cars
I don't wanna be a gangsta
I want people on my team
That vibe on inspiration
Not Percocet and lean
Cant see a counselor
I murder in my dreams
I worry if I tell her
She gone tell me what it means
These feelings that I'm feelings
Could make a rapper sing
Could make a dummy think
They just make me wanna drink
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Whitworth
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