Cruise

I play my part
I get my pick of the litter till' somebody daughter come pick at my heart
I aim my stick in the dark
Shoot for the opps
it's tellin if I hit my dog
I hit the road with the woes
I got the backend alone
He get backdoor cuz he fold
Now I'm lookin back goin forward
Cuz I'll turn yo son to a ghost
I know my self
Fucked up by my mental health
Honest I don't need no help
Honestly I'm Michael Phelps
Too many niggas in jail
Jugging to get them a meal now
Just had a meltdown (Hey)
Pray u don't breakdown (Hey)
Feeling like hell now
Hatin is bad for ya health child

Cruisin'
I cruise the streets
Shootin'?
Don't shoot for me
Cuz I'm just trynna feed my family
I keep all my feelings in my bag
Live too fast my life is on the dashboard
You get what you asked for
Fuck the feelings I stay in my bag
Momma told me not to trust a damn soul
You know what you came for...
Greatness!
Greatness!
You here for
Greatness!
Greatness!
You here for
Greatness!
Greatness!

Same from the start
I keep my feelings and business and bitches and women apart
Worda my dog
We found some light in the dark
We run em' down in the park
Can't get no chicken alone
I run a pack with the bro's
Can't sit and chat with no hoes
I know the game and the code
Try to refrain know ya role
Only thing down is my

Cruisin'
I cruise the streets
Shootin'?
Don't shoot for me
Cuz I'm just trynna feed my family
I keep all my feelings in my bag
Live too fast my life is on the dashboard
You get what you asked for
Fuck the feelings I stay in my bag
Momma told me not to trust a damm soul
You know what you came for...



Credits
Writer(s): Stephon King
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