Empty Spaces
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
A-C-E get it
Fuck a shooter I'm my own shooter
Plies voice, You niggas gon die boy
YoungMan Dice and Med Ali is who I ride for
In a RAV4, hoping my sons don't make my choice
Tape on the handle of the trey 8-0
Silencer is a potato, if my fiends say no
Then its back to the basics
Mask on tellin niggas show me where the safe is
Ace is, tryna progress not move back
Came a long way from since a nigga had to move crack
Stove on got a nigga hot
Twist it round the pot
Throw the ice in to make it lock
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Do you know what we living for? Then share the secret
Cuz I'm livin for tomorrow and I pledge alegance
To the bag we united super America
They fuckin wit me cuz they think my rates fair enough
These empty spaces I can fill them up with hopes and dreams
And make a dream reality once I promote my scheme
Once I assemble and equip my team
Get us on a common theme
Put it in motion and we'll see the green
What are we living for or are we even really living
Tryna stay above water but we tired of swimming
Back to the basics and I do this on a daily basis
Hustle hard until you fill up all those empty spaces
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Reminiscing on my past when we didn't have shit
My mother told me "Baby, everything'll be okay"
Then I ran into my nigga with them loud zips
Paid a couple bills to make sure shit was okay
Had a couple beefs with some unknown niggas
But I'm still breathing, that's the moral of the story
Niggaz out here snitching, them the ones you call ya homies
Check his background, read that motion, "Discovery"
Trap house abandon, they boarded up every window
Fiends in and out, lil cuz looking out for the po-po
Stash the work, and shake of the block and blow some loud smoke
Hide out for a couple of days with my low hoe
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
A-C-E get it
Fuck a shooter I'm my own shooter
Plies voice, You niggas gon die boy
YoungMan Dice and Med Ali is who I ride for
In a RAV4, hoping my sons don't make my choice
Tape on the handle of the trey 8-0
Silencer is a potato, if my fiends say no
Then its back to the basics
Mask on tellin niggas show me where the safe is
Ace is, tryna progress not move back
Came a long way from since a nigga had to move crack
Stove on got a nigga hot
Twist it round the pot
Throw the ice in to make it lock
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Do you know what we living for? Then share the secret
Cuz I'm livin for tomorrow and I pledge alegance
To the bag we united super America
They fuckin wit me cuz they think my rates fair enough
These empty spaces I can fill them up with hopes and dreams
And make a dream reality once I promote my scheme
Once I assemble and equip my team
Get us on a common theme
Put it in motion and we'll see the green
What are we living for or are we even really living
Tryna stay above water but we tired of swimming
Back to the basics and I do this on a daily basis
Hustle hard until you fill up all those empty spaces
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Reminiscing on my past when we didn't have shit
My mother told me "Baby, everything'll be okay"
Then I ran into my nigga with them loud zips
Paid a couple bills to make sure shit was okay
Had a couple beefs with some unknown niggas
But I'm still breathing, that's the moral of the story
Niggaz out here snitching, them the ones you call ya homies
Check his background, read that motion, "Discovery"
Trap house abandon, they boarded up every window
Fiends in and out, lil cuz looking out for the po-po
Stash the work, and shake of the block and blow some loud smoke
Hide out for a couple of days with my low hoe
Empty spaces
What are we living for
Abandoned places
I guess we know the score
On and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Does anybody know what we are looking for
Credits
Writer(s): Max Graham, Kyla Stroud, Matt Thompson
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