ACCOMPLISHMENTS
This sounds like accomplishment
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
This sounds like accomplishment
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
Tell me why you mad tell me why you mad
I blew all that bag had to get it back
Not only bumped my head I fell on my ass
They never offered help I never asked
Wanna check the future better check the past
They aint playing fair man they setting traps
Don't let them people gas you with synthetic gas
And send you on your way down a pathetic path
Better talk to god better fo the math
Killers on command kill you on command
I done turn my hustle up to the max
Is that why you mad tell me why you mad
Matter fact kiss my ass
My craft will out last
Use the rain to bathe
Them clouds passed then blessings got dispatched
Devil on my hills he just tryna distract that ok I can adapt
Money blind players turn em into evil spirits
Niggas died tryna live out these ole rap lyrics
You getting money and they swear that they in love with you
But look what they did to doctor huxtable
This sounds like accomplishment
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
I damaged to walk the land of the lost
Heart on my sleeves hard to believe
Heart of a king caught in between
The harsh realities of the ghetto
Let go like shots on the block thats routine
Whats man to a machine nigga please
I could spit this verse in legalese
Triggers squeeze try your best to bob and weave with the bullets
Life is what you make it live it to the fullest
I know im the one and I don't need no reassurance
Im not easily influence persevered through persecution
Im not making no excuses
Light the reefer then I pull it
You a jesus or a judas
You a god or a jurist you a fraud your a tourist
You aint really from the land
You the father of confusion
You a Scare you a brutis you a mark you a coochie
You a body full of mucus im a martyr for the music
You flirting with the craft but yo heart is not into it
And we can tell
So I say we toast to our accomplishments
For we maneuvered through the manure
We did that
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
This sounds like accomplishment
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
Tell me why you mad tell me why you mad
I blew all that bag had to get it back
Not only bumped my head I fell on my ass
They never offered help I never asked
Wanna check the future better check the past
They aint playing fair man they setting traps
Don't let them people gas you with synthetic gas
And send you on your way down a pathetic path
Better talk to god better fo the math
Killers on command kill you on command
I done turn my hustle up to the max
Is that why you mad tell me why you mad
Matter fact kiss my ass
My craft will out last
Use the rain to bathe
Them clouds passed then blessings got dispatched
Devil on my hills he just tryna distract that ok I can adapt
Money blind players turn em into evil spirits
Niggas died tryna live out these ole rap lyrics
You getting money and they swear that they in love with you
But look what they did to doctor huxtable
This sounds like accomplishment
Niggas is eating where are your condiments
I heard i carry too much confidence
I just wanna know what the problem is
I damaged to walk the land of the lost
Heart on my sleeves hard to believe
Heart of a king caught in between
The harsh realities of the ghetto
Let go like shots on the block thats routine
Whats man to a machine nigga please
I could spit this verse in legalese
Triggers squeeze try your best to bob and weave with the bullets
Life is what you make it live it to the fullest
I know im the one and I don't need no reassurance
Im not easily influence persevered through persecution
Im not making no excuses
Light the reefer then I pull it
You a jesus or a judas
You a god or a jurist you a fraud your a tourist
You aint really from the land
You the father of confusion
You a Scare you a brutis you a mark you a coochie
You a body full of mucus im a martyr for the music
You flirting with the craft but yo heart is not into it
And we can tell
So I say we toast to our accomplishments
For we maneuvered through the manure
We did that
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Writer(s): Harry Jones
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