New Beginnings
Just like X, I've been through hella different phases
Seen too many places, as I look around shit's ain't never changing
I fuck a nigga up if he ever test my patience
The world's a piece of paper in letters that I'm erasing
I left the FLA in search for better ways
To earn better pay
And now better days are not too far away
I still reminisce about my ex too
But when new bae comes through, that stays true
Best believe she's gonna get her due
Hopefully be an aunt to my nephews and teach em right
Cause it seems like their parents ain't showing them right
Them splitting up, got them boys stuck
Mixed emotions spreading in the air like COVID got us all fucked up
But I consider myself a cure to that disease
This G, from the 863 that doesn't bruise or bleed
That nigga named F-L-A to the L-O-V-E Clifton
That same jit from Woodland Middle, who's still rippin'
Shit up like confetti, even after being heartbroken
Chasing the fetti, rappin' about conspiracies, swear a nigga's woken
So I pray to the Lord to help me get my life right
Picture this kid from Kadi that brightens up like a star at night
I'm seeking new beginnings, I'm on the verge on winning
I'm independent, I don't need nobody but the fam
We bout our fuckin' business
And now I'm back on the roll like the homie Cameron $wavey
Niggas talking shit behind my back but shit don't faze me
When I rise, then they ride on the D-I-C-K
While you down on your knees, why don't you put yo lips on this AK
47 shots hit your head like an explosion
The lyrics are powerful as fuck, got you hoes imploding
Matter of fact, it's addictive like cocaine, got you overdosing
Got yo bitch love sick, consider this a love potion
Chasing dreams and I don't plan on stopping now
Uplifting talented motherfuckas coming from the Flo Down
Just cause we at the bottom, don't mean we can't rise to the top
If we flop, we come back harder to take the top spot
This is a message for every brother and sister coming out the south
We got big mouths, but the words don't come back soft
We all outchea searching for better days
Like Andre 3 stacks say, "the South got something to say" bitch
I'm seeking new beginnings, I'm on the verge on winning
I'm independent, I don't need nobody but the fam
We bout our fuckin' business
Seen too many places, as I look around shit's ain't never changing
I fuck a nigga up if he ever test my patience
The world's a piece of paper in letters that I'm erasing
I left the FLA in search for better ways
To earn better pay
And now better days are not too far away
I still reminisce about my ex too
But when new bae comes through, that stays true
Best believe she's gonna get her due
Hopefully be an aunt to my nephews and teach em right
Cause it seems like their parents ain't showing them right
Them splitting up, got them boys stuck
Mixed emotions spreading in the air like COVID got us all fucked up
But I consider myself a cure to that disease
This G, from the 863 that doesn't bruise or bleed
That nigga named F-L-A to the L-O-V-E Clifton
That same jit from Woodland Middle, who's still rippin'
Shit up like confetti, even after being heartbroken
Chasing the fetti, rappin' about conspiracies, swear a nigga's woken
So I pray to the Lord to help me get my life right
Picture this kid from Kadi that brightens up like a star at night
I'm seeking new beginnings, I'm on the verge on winning
I'm independent, I don't need nobody but the fam
We bout our fuckin' business
And now I'm back on the roll like the homie Cameron $wavey
Niggas talking shit behind my back but shit don't faze me
When I rise, then they ride on the D-I-C-K
While you down on your knees, why don't you put yo lips on this AK
47 shots hit your head like an explosion
The lyrics are powerful as fuck, got you hoes imploding
Matter of fact, it's addictive like cocaine, got you overdosing
Got yo bitch love sick, consider this a love potion
Chasing dreams and I don't plan on stopping now
Uplifting talented motherfuckas coming from the Flo Down
Just cause we at the bottom, don't mean we can't rise to the top
If we flop, we come back harder to take the top spot
This is a message for every brother and sister coming out the south
We got big mouths, but the words don't come back soft
We all outchea searching for better days
Like Andre 3 stacks say, "the South got something to say" bitch
I'm seeking new beginnings, I'm on the verge on winning
I'm independent, I don't need nobody but the fam
We bout our fuckin' business
Credits
Writer(s): Tyreke Clifton
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