The Tragedy

Whole life been so tragic
Got no light, still flashing
They took my heart, no passion
They still want smoke, no passing

Yeah, summer 19 had to chase that bag, I ain't had no time for a bitch
Same reason that I came up fast, had to watch everybody go switch
But this shit is not a game, I been tryna open up the lane
But they can't get close like Swae, my label want a hit
A nigga been so close to deliver that UPS ain't never on shit
But nigga I be tryna vent though
They want smoke like a menthol
I'm finna turn the rap game to a sex doll
Wait pause, had to read that shit
Cuz they don't understand had to genius shit
Got to take ten hits tryna be this lit
I been close to the sun yeah I mean that shit
Hope a nigga don't crash when I get to high
I don't even see the floor no more
Yeah, and these hoes gon pass on by
Nigga I been rocking solo hoe
Like I don't give a fuck about your issues
Bitch I'm not a diary not the one that you can vent to
Yeah I been a sharpshooter, can't never miss you
Got a new bitch on the waist like a pistol
And a nigga 19 still turnt
Been about a decade since I been up in a church
8701, yeah its been my turn
Getting higher than the sun hope a nigga don't burn
And give a fuck about a mistake
Always been on point I don't ever miss takes nigga

Solo the move, I had to get up and move
Nigga I got the wings, but I ain't got shit left to prove
Solo the move, I had to get up and move (Tragedy)
Nigga I got the wings, but I ain't got shit left to prove

Another day another name up in the Death Note
Had to get up out the city, nigga's too cold
Niggas tryna hold me back like I'm Zuko
I'm just keeping track of everybody who fold
Got ten niggas lined up tryna run shit
And nine niggas with the nines tryna dump shit
Eight bitches gon switch when I got shit
I'll give em seven in heaven but never lock them
Niggas speed racing going mach five
But the way I take off, niggas mach ten
You fucking dumb I'm prolly fucking up your whole top ten
Bring the K2 back and make the whole block spin
Yeah, that was a fucked up month
But I was staying at Burg too busy whipping the dust
You want a piece of the work, can't even handle the crust
She want a nigga for life, she couldn't handle the lust
Can't even lie I was with it
Had a nigga addicted
But when I go reminiscing
I was almost a victim
But a nigga still turnt from the jump
Everybody looking out but I'm looking for the sun
I was looking for a show, I was looking for the funds
I was looking for the hoes, I ain't worried bout trust
Spent Summer nineteen looking in from the cut
Niggas talking bout shots telling everybody duck
Niggas talking bout dope tryna be a nigga plug
Shit fucked up even when I never gave one

Whole life been so tragic
Got no light, still flashing
They took my heart, no passion
They still want smoke, no passing

Solo the move, I had to get up and move
Nigga I got the wings, but I ain't got shit left to prove
Solo the move, I had to get up and move (Tragedy)
Nigga I got the wings, but I ain't got shit left to prove