Crank That
I been losing patience lately... It's still fuck 12 doe
Used to be in class, licking ash, off my elbows
Never had the Nikes had the Reeboks with the velcro
Soulja Boy Tell'Em ringtone on my cellphone
Tell me I ain't been that nigga, troublesome kid
I use my mom and dad as proof that finding love is a myth
I went swimming in my thoughts and found a sunken abyss
Instead of trusting in myself i put my trust in a bitch
I fucked it up from birth
I used to count the love as blessings now i'm old
And see that having heart was just a curse
Used to think that death was bad but found there's something worse
Like bein' caught up in this pain while bein' stuck on earth...
But i got bitches and weed, that's all i need
And a banger case i need me a piece to keep with my peace
I seen these niggas in closets they fake belong to the streets
I tried to snitch up to God tryna get a early release
Turnin to the vices you can't beat em you join em'
Money talks are conversations we can't ever avoid em'
But I'm a product of this stress that the money never could buy
Boy there's Hella shit i'd do if i knew i would never die
If i was never gon die
I would take over the world if i was never gon die
Is it really still living if you never gon die
Lace my forces, light a blunt and keep this strap on my side
I ain't ever gon die
I ain't ever gon die, no
Used to be in class, licking ash, off my elbows
Never had the Nikes had the Reeboks with the velcro
Soulja Boy Tell'Em ringtone on my cellphone
Tell me I ain't been that nigga, troublesome kid
I use my mom and dad as proof that finding love is a myth
I went swimming in my thoughts and found a sunken abyss
Instead of trusting in myself i put my trust in a bitch
I fucked it up from birth
I used to count the love as blessings now i'm old
And see that having heart was just a curse
Used to think that death was bad but found there's something worse
Like bein' caught up in this pain while bein' stuck on earth...
But i got bitches and weed, that's all i need
And a banger case i need me a piece to keep with my peace
I seen these niggas in closets they fake belong to the streets
I tried to snitch up to God tryna get a early release
Turnin to the vices you can't beat em you join em'
Money talks are conversations we can't ever avoid em'
But I'm a product of this stress that the money never could buy
Boy there's Hella shit i'd do if i knew i would never die
If i was never gon die
I would take over the world if i was never gon die
Is it really still living if you never gon die
Lace my forces, light a blunt and keep this strap on my side
I ain't ever gon die
I ain't ever gon die, no
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Writer(s): Samuel Ndawula Ii
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