Tonight

It's one of them ones, ain't it?

I sit in class and they tell me to manage time
Ironically enough this school got me wasting mine
They want me working design but Ima go freak these rhymes
And hit these biddies who dimes then maybe I'll be just fine
I can try to do this yoga and act like that work
But when I go to sleep that's when I'm feeling the worst
Face to face with myself and I can see me in hell
I hate that Ima have to admit this but I ain't doing to well
Know I got to quit my sinning 'cause I'm walking on shells
I got like one more fuck up, it's over for me
It's like I never luck up, I don't know what to think
Especially when you coming from a city like me
I'm from Canton, you know the Hall of Fame town
So why the fuck them niggas never ever help us out
I had a couple niggas killed, 'cause won't shit to do
They point the finger at youth, well three pointing at you
I give them niggas the truth and they mad at guess who
I know my words they'll construe and try to point them at you
I hope you know that's just lie
I hope you know I'm you ally
And baby girl you on my mind
And baby girl when it's the time
Ima take you to the moon, Ima show you these views,
Up in all glass room, you give me shit to pursue
So, Ima see this shit through
Thick and thin, you know that's just how I do
Thick and thin, you know that's just how I do

And I don't know what you on tonight
Let me take you out 'cause, girl, you been a surprise
I know I ain't living right but baby give me some time
Sometimes I just need some space 'cause I been feeling confined
I spent my whole life tryna chase dreams
My whole life was get it by any means
My whole life has been one big chase
A nigga tryna get this bank and maybe splurge one day

They saying eat the rich
How lucky for you
'Cause we ain't have shit so being rich is our proof
That we done made it out of here alright
So let us hustle all day and tonight



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Fontes
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