I (feat. Chvnce)

I pray they around me for the right reason
I lose it all, I know they might leave me
I barely sleep, I don't like dreaming
Losing it ain't hard, getting it never easy

I pray my Rollie shine bright
I hope my homies ain't trife
I got it on me every night
I played it coo' for long, fuck being nice

Fuck a hoop dream, turned a basketball into a rock
I was trynna score, hadda set up shop
I put me in the game, I finally got a shot
When I get some change, I'm buying back the block

Work wit' what we got, we ain't have a lot
Goofies they gon' plot not knowing it get 'em popped
Niggas get a plea deal, I know they gon' cop
The streets ain't sweet, you think its everything it's not

See yo dawg a pry and snake you
Yeah, them words might bend but never break you
Say I'm hungry for a win, I heard it's tasteful
And I know I'm gon' sin but who I pray to?

You can work you a job, don't let 'em slave you
Always sharpen yo mind, they can't erase you
Always follow them signs, only you can save you
When you ahead of yo time, they gon' delay you

Real Don Dada
I tongue her proper
A bougie bitch, I couldn't buy her Prada
Use to hit the corner store wit' only 2 dollars
Honey bun, hot chips and a bottle water
The shit we stuck in, couldn't wrap my mind around it
They wasn't giving us shit, we couldn't cry about it
No I wasn't born rich but imma die trying
In the crowd I don't fit, I'm wit' the outsiders

Smart as shit, only made me feel like a misfit
The shit I'm into, I know they probably never get
Tell 'em go and suck a dick, I ain't got a fuck to give
Now they look up, my whole clique lit

Got a chance, I ain't playing
Took off on a flight, I swear I'm never landing

You don't know what I been through
Run them benji's through the roof
I been pulling all the weight like I ain't have no guidance too
I just hope they free my mans, he in the county eating fruit
But wit' this rap shit, get a chance, do all the things I couldn't do

I been on they ass
Pray for all the shorties who ain't never had a chance
Out here bending corners know you 'pose to be in class
Feeling like nobody give a fuck so you go do the dash

Ain't nobody gon' expose us
Nigga, we be poled up
Put my trust in bitches, it was time for me to grow up
I had to get it out the mud, I was done wit' doing shortcuts
When you doing bad, they show you no love



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Writer(s): Rodrequs Todd
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