Two

Two

Counting all this money
Everybody wants to
Too many fake homies
Don't even know what to do
My shorty real bad I don't even need two
These niggas feeling sad
If I was them then I'd be too
Something bout this life's so wrong
Correct all my sins with your flaws oh god
I don't want a plate if my niggas don't eat
Write a fucking hit about two times a week

Two siblings I had
Before my bro came in this world
And so those two girls be precious to me
Like pearls and they protected me
Concerned about my destiny
Could be a goat like Kobe
And still leave way too soon
But now it's time to make a move

I've been inside this cocoon
And life can become really tough
Aiming for the moon
Or at least land among the stars

Pursuit of happiness
I Gotta win this championship
I'm painting on canvases
Searching for greener grasses
And do I know what romance is
Can't leave what we have in ashes
I've been searching for answers
That would expand my perspective
But the cash in this life is just like the glue
But you are too
So can't do it without you

Counting all this money
Everybody wants to
Too many fake homies
Don't even know what to do
My shorty real bad I don't even need two
These niggas feeling sad
If I was them then I'd be too
Something bout this life's so wrong
Correct all my sins with your flaws oh god
I don't want a plate if my niggas don't eat
Write a fucking hit about two times a week

I missed you a lot
Hadn't spoken in two months
You acting different
Like you my opponent
That shit's like a punch
Niggas stunt like Evel Knievel
My rhymes lethal
Shorty be so bad
You might as well say her ass evil
Life ain't always fair and they say just the way it goes
I'm better than all these rappers I started two years ago
They waiting for my next drop so I got em on they toes
And it shows yuh
There can't two goats yuh yuh
With my nigga I'm close
But we were going two separate ways
I wanna do some shows
Anxiety is in the way
But I'll still conquer the globe
And I can't rest till I obtain
The respect of my peers
Ima blow in the next two years yuh yuh

Counting all this money
Everybody wants to
Too many fake homies
Don't even know what to do
My shorty real bad I don't even need two
These niggas feeling sad
If I was them then I'd be too
Something bout this life's so wrong
Correct all my sins with your flaws oh god
I don't want a plate if my niggas don't eat
Write a fucking hit about two times a week



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Writer(s): Philippe Carrenard-tremblay
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