Vocal

The keep saying I got time but I don't think so
Cuz every minute that go by another case close
Every time I close my eyes I see a bankroll
That's why I grind, and grind, and grind till the day gone

Used to think bout what they said it got in my head
But now its fuck them n****s only think about the bread
She said she love a n***a that went out the other ear
I got caught up in my thoughts and I ain't think you cared
Thats why Im steady writing songs the beat be listening
Cant tell you what's been on cuz I got bigger shit
Gotta keep it to myself or I can't see my friends
You lose my trust once and after that it disappears

It fadeaway like sand
Damn why you take the stand
You talking all that main man hunnid grand
You made me realize that whole time its just a saying
So now I gotta cut you out and make a different plan
It really broke my heart, cuz that ain't really who I am
But you just kept on acting goofy already let you slip
Cant let you go again
Nigga naw I aint no Bitch
That aint the way that I was raised and I starting here
I aint cop that drip but god the only man I fear
And my finally found my sound so gimme a year
I promise ima get us on for the ones that care
The noise im bouta make them niggas gotta hear

I do more then spit bars cuz im vocal
Got that shit up out the mud bitch im local
They asking how we move them drugs through the postal
And you keep thinking ima bluff, I gotta show you

Since you keep talking bout that bread
We put it on you
And I keep talking to the dead only if you knew
Sometimes my mom be getting scared but shit that make 2
Cant let em take you they gone say they made you
But once you get that out ya head ain't shit you can't do
I made some bands playing with grams thanks to Jesus
We outta town Mu got the lamb I pull up wraith coupe
You Mindswell get the checkered flag we bouta race soon
Them praying that we crash fuck up these rentals
They say I'm driving way to fast gone end up cripple
But said naw because my hand way to official
Im about to draw I aint talking bout a pencil
I let it off that's 30 shots one gotta hit you
Them halo tips just take one hit rip up ya tissue
And my boys some killers man I swear they got some issues

All my niggas love the polls but we is not voting
Strapped Bad keep a mag not the ones like trojan
I aint futon what I look like folding
Law just blitz bro a felon gotta hold it
I had blurred my vision told myself im losing focus
So I got up and did told them niggas I aint done yet
I do more then spit bars cuz im vocal

Got that shit up out the mud bitch im local
They asking how we move them drugs through the postal
And you keep thinking ima bluff, I gotta show you