26.2
You gone rise or you gone fall when they need you the most
Niggas know you going far so they keeping you close
Atleast that's how I feel about it
Ready to die for it and kill about it
Numb to it all hard to tell you how I feel about it
Questioning my own ways
I don't feel the same these days
I been working like a slave
Barely hang these days
I been feeling so ashamed these days to be me
Ever contemplated puttin' on chains to be free?
I been blinded by my own success I can't see
I don't fuck with the man in the mirror that ain't me
Have you ever felt pain in yo heart and can't cry
Emotions kill you inside you mad you can't die
Bullshit for the birds you mad you can't fly
Wanted all the smoke I'm mad I ain't high
Need a refund
Boy this shit heavy nigga 3 ton
Made 30 bands off of reruns
I ain't tryna flex I'm really tryna inspire some niggas
I'm not the boss I'm the owner I could hire some niggas
Built the biz from the dirt boy this shit ain't cheap
Finally stepped in that water boy this shit ain't deep
I really thought I would drown look at me now
Same crib same crocs same smile this shit wild
I guess life what you make it huh?
If they put it in yo hands you would take it huh?
I guess life what you make it huh?
If they put it in yo hands you would take it huh?
Niggas know you going far so they keeping you close
Atleast that's how I feel about it
Ready to die for it and kill about it
Numb to it all hard to tell you how I feel about it
Questioning my own ways
I don't feel the same these days
I been working like a slave
Barely hang these days
I been feeling so ashamed these days to be me
Ever contemplated puttin' on chains to be free?
I been blinded by my own success I can't see
I don't fuck with the man in the mirror that ain't me
Have you ever felt pain in yo heart and can't cry
Emotions kill you inside you mad you can't die
Bullshit for the birds you mad you can't fly
Wanted all the smoke I'm mad I ain't high
Need a refund
Boy this shit heavy nigga 3 ton
Made 30 bands off of reruns
I ain't tryna flex I'm really tryna inspire some niggas
I'm not the boss I'm the owner I could hire some niggas
Built the biz from the dirt boy this shit ain't cheap
Finally stepped in that water boy this shit ain't deep
I really thought I would drown look at me now
Same crib same crocs same smile this shit wild
I guess life what you make it huh?
If they put it in yo hands you would take it huh?
I guess life what you make it huh?
If they put it in yo hands you would take it huh?
Credits
Writer(s): Luka Berman, Larussell Thomas, Daniel Gopfert
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