The Book

They told me write the book
I gave them my insta stories
They wanna know
How many more i got in my inventory
I don't know
4 hundred and change didn't complain
Went insane they gave me 4 hundred days
In the box in mid state
Upstate downstate
Been in shape you been afraid
I know you slow to read go ahead and turn the page
I'm on the new wave
Johnny cash couldn't get in this class
I'm on that gas
5 4 3 2 1 i'm finna laugh (ha ha ha)
Now i know you in your feelings so
This is how it usually go
You gonna say some ridiculous things
Ain't nobody going believe it tho
They just gonna side with you
Honestly i do to
Its like back to the future all this time i went thru
I be fighting for you
Like i be fighting for blue
I be fighting all day
For these dreams to come true
Look in these mirrors
See many reflections of you
You a headache but there's beautiful blessings in you
Write the book you could write one to
What your life's like
Ok sign it by you
Now make the song
Cheer em on when they sing along
Take weight off they're shoulders
Throw it to the wall medicine ball
Throw it to the wall throw it to the wall
Throw it to wall til there's nothing to throw no more
Take a breath relax yourselves
Don't stress don't worry you strong don't quit
I got it it's logic i benefit profit
First single still trending on the charts
Change the topic
In the water where them sharks been
Hop out with shark skin
Been places you never been
Bar for bar i'm barbarian
Titanic ship couldn't float in this wave i'm surfing in
Get chauffeur in suburban while sipping some bourbon
If i could let them in prolly would let them all in
Can't drop my guards now
All this i earned gotta defend
Can't be weak man work on defense
You moving awfully wrong on offense
I don't know what they told you
I'mma have to show you
Its not an overnight success
There's some lanes you gotta swerve thru
Swerve and shake swerve the coop
Swerve and shake when they shoot
We gonna make it the top
Already made it to the roof
Almost made it to the moon
Could hear the hate in the other room
They been waiting for me to lose
I been dancing with a groove
Yo this beat got me in a mood
Finna used some auto tune
All my opps got a broom
Heard the feds did a sweep
It was all good last week
Shooting outside of that jeep
And when i die like tupac
All the gangsta's remember me
If not no biggie
No pun intended



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Hill
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