CYCLES

Niggas been wishin and hopin I fall off
But my intuition too gifted so sorry to mention he shittin on all y'all
Wipin these hands clean, alleviate pressure new treasure could guarantee
That pandora box hold a lot and I need, peace and serenity please
Or else I'll end up on da block with a Glock
Ima squeeze, ya know, typical things
Probably make my mama scream
Remember when we used to let the flies
All in the house, forgot to close up the screen
Remember when miles was layin up
All on ya couch, ain't have nowhere else
To sleep, them were the days, tonight she'll be up in da bed
Praisin and singin his name
I cannot fuck with no bitch who ain't sane
You get no love, that just a dub
I cannot fuck wit no nigga who don't raise his children
And put em all up on the game
Talkin bout dead, beat, kinda like how
I just dead, beats, check analytic so timid
And frigid they givin in tappin out
Heavy submission, boy shiverin, is it cuz you, seek validation
I be on dnd easily
Don't give a fuck about what nobody else
Be sayin, all that wack shit they playin, cut it
Wrote a album in a week, it's nothin
Steady workin with the opps, can't trust em
Neva knowin when to stop, actin iffy
Is you rollin or not, feelin that I'm

Spinnin on 360, yea life is just a cycle
May spiral for a while, sometime gon let ya down
Ain't have nobody with me, focused on the grind
Really tryna make it out
Either with me or against me, tryna make it out
Either with me or against me
Tryna make it out, excuses to the side tho
Got shit I'd die for, see life is just a cycle
May spiral for a while