Guillotine (feat. Genie)
Sometimes life a make you really re up
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
Running from my past like it's chasing me with a grip
Cautious of the people that come around bearing gifts
More of thought provoking then pocket spoken
Give a fuck about what's in yo wallet
And more of who's in the fit
Looking for the real in a ocean of counterfeit
Waving off the leaches around me that never swim
Shallow to the ones that ain't deep enough
Say it's too preachy, or polyester
Like feeling hopeless ain't cheap or sum(Something)
Running from the clock
Running like the buzzer close and this my only shot
Look around the gym and see the hunger in they eyes
Getting fishy how they more attentive when you start to flop
Won't talk about the wins
But go abroad about the loss
Make it to to league but only care if you Lebron
Put in so much work
I need the flowers and applause
Couldn't lie and say I didn't if I tried
Sometimes life a make you really re up
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
They say pursue my affirmation
To avoid my self delaying
Sabotaging every move and every measure that I've taken
Say it loud and manifest it
If you wanna see progression
Never steer in other lanes
Or you'll be calling on progressive
People saying that I'm hot
But steady tryna take my spot
It's plenty room for me and all my niggas at the top
Perpetration always seen
You a fold you a flop
Now yo lady for the streets
304 she a bop
9 to 5 tripping on my ass
They finna write me out
Termination coming real soon
Just for calling out
I guess it ain't no such thing mental health
Or mental health days
Been what I'm taking
Cause they telling me that stress pays
How I'm supposed to write
When you steady tryna stress dame
Giving all my might
Beat the beat Jackson rampage
Still that same nigga to the necklace with the champagne
Still that same nigga ghetto blues been the campaign
Sometimes life a make you really re up
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
Running from my past like it's chasing me with a grip
Cautious of the people that come around bearing gifts
More of thought provoking then pocket spoken
Give a fuck about what's in yo wallet
And more of who's in the fit
Looking for the real in a ocean of counterfeit
Waving off the leaches around me that never swim
Shallow to the ones that ain't deep enough
Say it's too preachy, or polyester
Like feeling hopeless ain't cheap or sum(Something)
Running from the clock
Running like the buzzer close and this my only shot
Look around the gym and see the hunger in they eyes
Getting fishy how they more attentive when you start to flop
Won't talk about the wins
But go abroad about the loss
Make it to to league but only care if you Lebron
Put in so much work
I need the flowers and applause
Couldn't lie and say I didn't if I tried
Sometimes life a make you really re up
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
They say pursue my affirmation
To avoid my self delaying
Sabotaging every move and every measure that I've taken
Say it loud and manifest it
If you wanna see progression
Never steer in other lanes
Or you'll be calling on progressive
People saying that I'm hot
But steady tryna take my spot
It's plenty room for me and all my niggas at the top
Perpetration always seen
You a fold you a flop
Now yo lady for the streets
304 she a bop
9 to 5 tripping on my ass
They finna write me out
Termination coming real soon
Just for calling out
I guess it ain't no such thing mental health
Or mental health days
Been what I'm taking
Cause they telling me that stress pays
How I'm supposed to write
When you steady tryna stress dame
Giving all my might
Beat the beat Jackson rampage
Still that same nigga to the necklace with the champagne
Still that same nigga ghetto blues been the campaign
Sometimes life a make you really re up
Don't cut me down it feel so good to be up
Don't lose ya head don't let them get in between
Cus if you do they cut it fast something like guillotine
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Riley
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