New Beginnings
Thank god for the new beginnings
It's better when u got a image
Stay focus... can't be big on ya high horse
Famous or rich got me thinkin which one cost more
Dripping all n designer this a hot torch
Look at all of ya followers this a new source
Polo shirts everyday rockin a new horse
Remember having them dreams driving a new Porsche
I jus waited my turn did it wit no force
They like fuck yo story when u ain't got a voice
So when I speak these facts tell em to make em moist
I ain't jus started this shit I really had a choice
Damn know my voice got some pain n it
My dreams wasn't all sunny it had some rain n it
I still fw bdr it's jus the name different
Half of them niggas was really most of my main niggas
So don't never try to question my loyalty went to jail by myself for aggravated n fraudry
The laws really taking advantage bruising authority
Beating all ya problems n putting cuffs on priorities
When u go to jail u jus a number
Facing indictments n barely talkin to ya moma
Lotta hot winters n a lotta cold summers
Tryna laugh it off when it really make u wonder
I jus keep my head up listening to tupac
Used to keep my money n the closet n a shoe box
Feeling irresponsible ckux I ain't got the shoe box
Went n spent the money on some clothes n a new glock
Man I had to get it
A lotta fake shit a make it hard to believe
Ain't never met a nigga that was loyal then me
So when the smoke clear a nigga gone be right here u should Awready know
I gotta trick up my sleeve
It's better when u got a image
Stay focus... can't be big on ya high horse
Famous or rich got me thinkin which one cost more
Dripping all n designer this a hot torch
Look at all of ya followers this a new source
Polo shirts everyday rockin a new horse
Remember having them dreams driving a new Porsche
I jus waited my turn did it wit no force
They like fuck yo story when u ain't got a voice
So when I speak these facts tell em to make em moist
I ain't jus started this shit I really had a choice
Damn know my voice got some pain n it
My dreams wasn't all sunny it had some rain n it
I still fw bdr it's jus the name different
Half of them niggas was really most of my main niggas
So don't never try to question my loyalty went to jail by myself for aggravated n fraudry
The laws really taking advantage bruising authority
Beating all ya problems n putting cuffs on priorities
When u go to jail u jus a number
Facing indictments n barely talkin to ya moma
Lotta hot winters n a lotta cold summers
Tryna laugh it off when it really make u wonder
I jus keep my head up listening to tupac
Used to keep my money n the closet n a shoe box
Feeling irresponsible ckux I ain't got the shoe box
Went n spent the money on some clothes n a new glock
Man I had to get it
A lotta fake shit a make it hard to believe
Ain't never met a nigga that was loyal then me
So when the smoke clear a nigga gone be right here u should Awready know
I gotta trick up my sleeve
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Johnson
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