Ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
Yeah
One thing for certain
Ima get mine
Full Ignition to the engine
Ima grind till I shine
Addiction to the mission
Now is that time
'Cus we been up in the kitchen
Serving pigeon up with wine
God I'm grateful for the blessings
Only Ls I take are the ones that come with lessons
Mistakes that I make are the ones that make me thousands
Only thing about me fake, fake friends claiming they family
Shout out to my village
Rest assured 'cus I'm really out here passing off the message
I don't do this shit for clout nah I don't do this shit for image
Only in it for the spinach while being real to the finish
First we handling the business before we getting to the scrimmage
Word to Martin Luther king we getting closer to that dream
Steady bagging in the cream making it easy than it seems
Counting too much greens fingers getting gangrene
Stacking too much paper print like the press magazine
Jeepers creepers on these niggas it's snake skin on my sneakers
Scary hours soon approaches like bron bron to the Lakers
I was bedside by the roaches now living life like the POTUS
Had a talk up with Jesus he said he mounting up the favors
Was a peasant now a king
Broke like a joke we didn't own a fucking thing
Necks on a rope life was lived on a string
Now hoes blowing up my phone tryna suck me like syringe
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
'Cus we got it out the deep ends
'Cus we got it out the deep ends
Public reminder nigga success is the greatest revenge
These hoes showing fake love, nigga they not your friends
They only attracted to the bands my nigga where is your sense
Take off the lens and you would see how this shit is a fucking pretend
Swear the struggle was a breeze rolled it quick into my sleeve
We used eat sardines when we were down on our knees
Now we pushing foreign whips and they start up without the keys
In the fridge we got some cheese imported from overseas
On some shit they never seen like my pockets without obese
The more I talk up on this track the more I see commas increase
No beauty this is the beast that made it out from the streets
I'm that dark rose that bloomed out the fucking concrete
Trouble, trouble, trouble everywhere I go
I keep a shell like a turtle 'cus I heard they want some smoke
Lacking these days will (Fuck bro)
'Cus these streets getting cold got these niggas doing the most
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
Yeah
One thing for certain
Ima get mine
Full Ignition to the engine
Ima grind till I shine
Addiction to the mission
Now is that time
'Cus we been up in the kitchen
Serving pigeon up with wine
God I'm grateful for the blessings
Only Ls I take are the ones that come with lessons
Mistakes that I make are the ones that make me thousands
Only thing about me fake, fake friends claiming they family
Shout out to my village
Rest assured 'cus I'm really out here passing off the message
I don't do this shit for clout nah I don't do this shit for image
Only in it for the spinach while being real to the finish
First we handling the business before we getting to the scrimmage
Word to Martin Luther king we getting closer to that dream
Steady bagging in the cream making it easy than it seems
Counting too much greens fingers getting gangrene
Stacking too much paper print like the press magazine
Jeepers creepers on these niggas it's snake skin on my sneakers
Scary hours soon approaches like bron bron to the Lakers
I was bedside by the roaches now living life like the POTUS
Had a talk up with Jesus he said he mounting up the favors
Was a peasant now a king
Broke like a joke we didn't own a fucking thing
Necks on a rope life was lived on a string
Now hoes blowing up my phone tryna suck me like syringe
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
'Cus we got it out the deep ends
'Cus we got it out the deep ends
Public reminder nigga success is the greatest revenge
These hoes showing fake love, nigga they not your friends
They only attracted to the bands my nigga where is your sense
Take off the lens and you would see how this shit is a fucking pretend
Swear the struggle was a breeze rolled it quick into my sleeve
We used eat sardines when we were down on our knees
Now we pushing foreign whips and they start up without the keys
In the fridge we got some cheese imported from overseas
On some shit they never seen like my pockets without obese
The more I talk up on this track the more I see commas increase
No beauty this is the beast that made it out from the streets
I'm that dark rose that bloomed out the fucking concrete
Trouble, trouble, trouble everywhere I go
I keep a shell like a turtle 'cus I heard they want some smoke
Lacking these days will (Fuck bro)
'Cus these streets getting cold got these niggas doing the most
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
All these walls man they feel like they closing in
I'm at war baby girl I can't do no friends
All these bands on me now you wanna make amends
Randy moss 'cus we got it out the deep ends
Credits
Writer(s): Armando Sanusi
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