Give & Take

I was 315 without a style, my mind was hella crazy
Stayed 50 blunts down, my vision real hazy
Depression kills baby, but I guess it still made me
I was almost down and out, but the star is still blazing
I run the game coach, my actions always spoke
Just getting nice with my words, blame it on the smoke
When pressure comes they choke, but that's when I'm provoked
To climb to a echelon hard to view thru scopes
Ugh
Life made me Iller now
Turned to a killa now
Not even talking bodies
I just feel like thriller now
The walking corpse of my past self
People give up a lot just to have wealth
But I'm not one to sell my soul
So my prices always came with heavy tolls
You want your dream, here nigga do it on your own
Cuz you a king right simba, so go get your throne

You know niggas always gonna hate on you
You just gonna wallow in that shit
I mean are you gonna push through
Or are you just gonna be a bitch

Stay down for who
These niggas ain't went through my process
They wanting handouts, but you ain't put nothing in my pockets
I seen the jocking
Hella wave hopping
I was showing love to my people's like I aint have an option
Where was mine though
Where did mine go
I guess it only comes from people out my time zone
What am I on
I'm on my grind mode
So fuck them haters, when they hate then imma shine on

Stay down for who
These niggas ain't went through my process
They wanting handouts, but you ain't put nothing in my pockets
I seen the jocking
Hella wave hopping
I was showing love to my people's like I aint have an option
Where was mine though
Where did mine go
I guess it only comes from people out my time zone
What am I on
I'm on my grind mode
So fuck them haters, when they hate then imma shine on



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Rector Ii
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