Inshallah (Outro)
Bonnet on, writing raps, thinking bout stacks
On the road to riches this bitch long but I'm on track
Born in 93' went from the hospital to the trap
Daddy was selling crack, while my mother rub on back
When I would cry out, said I was special, she a had no doubts
I grew up fast, jumped off the porched and I was on route
Had to catch the bus, was leaving early like it's blow out
I Made the team, niggas was nervous up at them try outs
Don't spill my drink it's no cap on my shit
I ain't living bad but I'm praying that this ain't it
I fiend for more and it's more that ima get
Up this hill I go, it get steep but I don't quit
I heard this shit and couldn't help but reminisce
They say you gotta jump in to swim and I took a dip
Came out the water all ice, look at it drip
This right here ain't no drill but I feel like tip
I like my liquor brown, white on my bitch
Thought a couple cold ones down but I see em switch
But I'm Third quarter Klay Thompson can't seem to miss em
But anyone that I claimed I loved I'd never diss em
You can search through many man men, they coming 50
I'm 100, keep it real til they came and get me
Get you off quickly, the skinny biggie not for the play play
But ain't pulling over for no burger I ain't day day
Don't spill my drink it's no cap on my shit
I ain't living bad but I'm praying that this ain't it
I fiend for more and it's more that ima get
Up this hill I go, it get steep but I don't quit
I heard this shit and couldn't help but reminisce
They say you gotta jump in to swim and I took a dip
Came out the water all ice, look at it drip
This right here ain't no drill but I feel like tip
Hol up
Strange times, in troubled waters, still I float
This ain't hear say I seen this shit up close
Write these words down put my name after the quotes
Tupac's ghost this realest I ever wrote
Against all odds, but I got God
Real niggas gon Prevail
Inshallah, so I'm
10 toes down, Calm in crisis
I ain't living wrong but wouldn't say that I'm righteous
I been fiendin for paper and busin down pussy
Know the game is the game, I'm not rookie
I'm playing for Keeps, got no time to sleep
Up this hill I go, don't give a fuck that's it's steep
On the road to riches this bitch long but I'm on track
Born in 93' went from the hospital to the trap
Daddy was selling crack, while my mother rub on back
When I would cry out, said I was special, she a had no doubts
I grew up fast, jumped off the porched and I was on route
Had to catch the bus, was leaving early like it's blow out
I Made the team, niggas was nervous up at them try outs
Don't spill my drink it's no cap on my shit
I ain't living bad but I'm praying that this ain't it
I fiend for more and it's more that ima get
Up this hill I go, it get steep but I don't quit
I heard this shit and couldn't help but reminisce
They say you gotta jump in to swim and I took a dip
Came out the water all ice, look at it drip
This right here ain't no drill but I feel like tip
I like my liquor brown, white on my bitch
Thought a couple cold ones down but I see em switch
But I'm Third quarter Klay Thompson can't seem to miss em
But anyone that I claimed I loved I'd never diss em
You can search through many man men, they coming 50
I'm 100, keep it real til they came and get me
Get you off quickly, the skinny biggie not for the play play
But ain't pulling over for no burger I ain't day day
Don't spill my drink it's no cap on my shit
I ain't living bad but I'm praying that this ain't it
I fiend for more and it's more that ima get
Up this hill I go, it get steep but I don't quit
I heard this shit and couldn't help but reminisce
They say you gotta jump in to swim and I took a dip
Came out the water all ice, look at it drip
This right here ain't no drill but I feel like tip
Hol up
Strange times, in troubled waters, still I float
This ain't hear say I seen this shit up close
Write these words down put my name after the quotes
Tupac's ghost this realest I ever wrote
Against all odds, but I got God
Real niggas gon Prevail
Inshallah, so I'm
10 toes down, Calm in crisis
I ain't living wrong but wouldn't say that I'm righteous
I been fiendin for paper and busin down pussy
Know the game is the game, I'm not rookie
I'm playing for Keeps, got no time to sleep
Up this hill I go, don't give a fuck that's it's steep
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Whitley
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