Playoff VIII. Trill Talk...Mom's Confession...Never Looking Back

They try to tell you
You can be anything
But never say
The world make you choose
Got me crossed up
Like a chevy when I cruze
Got me bossed up
Talk to me like you knew
Compiling organizing dreams
Solved the puzzle of confused
I dont circle with the squares
My triangles are obtuse
Try, try, fail
But to try is to do
And to do gains experience
Leads to successful views
On God
God
God
Cuz he's the only good news
I said no to the devil
Yo fire
Cant match my cool
Dave White 1s
Making Bred 11 moves
I got retros in my closet
Same price designer shoes
Not to gas Jordan
Cuz I had drive with only fumes
Walk or bus to destinations
17 a homeless fool
It was hard
Writing songs before they ever came true
It was hard
Driving cars before I graced my walking shoes
Hard living straight
When every nigga skew
What a meme with a purse
Got to say to a King with a verse?
That could quench the world thirst
Soul search
Everybody aint the head
Aint nobody at the tail &
Anything is success
Except a fail
That's for real nigga

Stay in ya own lane
How you gone be a 5
Talking bout how I 8 things?
Haaaa
I ain't even gon keep going with that
Whoa
Whoa
Let's talk about
Aye
Bullshit
All your bullshit
Let's talk about
Let's talk about it
Let's talk about it
Talk about it
All of your bullshit
Let's talk about it

Lemme see something
Look
What you got styles?

Big basics Mocha 1
Bout to switch laces
DNA
String of kings
You niggas
Thinner lacing
Kids craving
Long results
With short motivation
Thin traces
Of loyalty
They'd rather quick paper
Temptation
Big packs
The plastic foodsaver
Niggas hating
Jealousy
Cover all your bases
12 watching
Hope you slip
Can't never get lazy
Sensations
Get cat
Or let the cats chase you
Which way then
Act an ass
Or get your education
Kids trading
Eternal life
For 2 years of fame and
Get faded
Tryna mask
Your soul been taken
Hehe
Whooooo
Think hd
Bigger picture
4k no 1080
End days
When this plague
Gets glorification
Count legit faces
Or penitentiary cases
No
Hold up
Hold up
Naw
Wait
Think basic
Biohack 1s
Pink laces
Ungrateful
Give game
But I'll receive hatred
Thanksgiving
Mashed potatoes
Don't care
I been gravy
Mid 80s
Cali
Big chilling
No mid blazing
Get bands flip acres
Or stripclub waste it
Been faking
You dont play the game
You simulation
Buy some bibles
Pretty soon
They'll all be infiltrated
I set before you life and death
Find out the rest

Imma have to cut that
Look
Look

Hold up
Wait
Wait
Wait
Uh
Switch wavy
Bred 1
I'm gonna spit crazy
Wind raging
I-45
Drop benz racing
Naw I'm just playing wit yall
Heeehee
It's IMI

I am a child of God
I am redeemed from the hand of the enemy
I am forgiven
I am sanctified
I am a new creature
I am redeemed from the curse of the law
I am delivered from the powers of darkness
I am led by the spirit of God
I am kept in safety
Wherever I go
I am getting all my needs met
By Jesus
I am casting all my cares on Jesus
I am doing all things
Through Christ who strengthens me
I am an heir of God
And a joint heir with Jesus
Observing
And doing the Lord's commandments
I am blessed coming in
I am blessed going out
I am an heir to
Eternal Life

Try to work a job
Found out it was a trap
Aye
Make you wanna rob
5 kids
Just do the math
Try climbing to the top
But
The ceiling made of glass
Til the plug gave me a pack
Like
How quick you make it back?
Aye
I was flipping shoes
Made a couple extra racks
Aye
I could take a
Queue
And do the same with that
He been tryna put me on
But now I need it fast
Oops
I just flipped a pack
Aye
Never looking back
Yay

How many times
I wanted to empty out a register
How many times
I ain't want to
But I had to work
Looking at these customers
Like
Bitch you really got the nerve
Acting like you ballin'
You aint spalding
Hoe yo ass a nerf
Same night
I got a show
Alotta trash
I had to swerve
Crash my set
And killed it
Hurst
Niggas asking for a verse
Promoters hustled everybody
Let they potna come in first
Fuck you gotta cheat for?
Like
Aiko
Bitch
Yo ass the worst
And I aint even scratched the surf
Bout how these niggas do they dirt
Love my city
But its tough
How they got
This shit setup
I swear
I gotta get the fuck
If I'm ever gone come up
Got the talent
Drive
Maybe need a little luck
A+Styles
He that cool
Everyday nigga
You know
If he ever got one shot
You'd swear that nigga
Gone blow
And I just want my kids to live they life without a worry though
How you gonna hate on that I swear my nigga you a hoe

So many long nights
And
So many long days
So many dead ends
Man
I gotta make a way
I get down on my knees
Every single day
I pray
So many dead ends
Man
I gotta make a way

I deserve an ovation
Aye
Handshakes congratulations
Aye
I ain't beefing with a soul
I gave everyone support
Now I need a vacation
Aye
Spark up the rotation
Aye
Ain't no more probation
Aye
I aint beefing with a soul
I showed everyone support
Now I'm rocking with my day 1s
Aye

Hey hey
Hey hey
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
I had to seperate
Y'all was moving too slow
I had to elevate
Yall fly
I soar
How you sleep on yo face
But you all about dough
How many days?
How many nights?
I got no sleep
I had to grind
I put up bread
I wasted time
I tryna live
Before I die
I shedded tears
I had to cry
When I caught a case
That shit was dry
Wanted my fall
Devil a lie
Look up to God
Wondering why?

Why you forsake me
Why do they hate for
I give em everything
Still they ungrateful
I really don't got much
But still you take more
I ain't what you think though
I ain't saint bro

How many times?
We gotta away clean
Chasing the bag
I had to believe
I'm tryna
Run it up with the team
You tryna
Run it up with a meme
Huh
Pawns don't run with Kings
Huh
Hustlers don't run with fiends
Huh
We dont share the same dreams
Nah
Thought I lost everything
Til I

Try to work a job
Found out it was a trap
Aye
Make you wanna rob
5 kids
Just do the math
Try climbing to the top
But
The ceiling made of glass
Til the plug gave me a pack
Like
How quick you make it back?
Aye
I was flipping shoes
Made a couple extra racks
Aye
I could take a
Queue
And do the same with that
He been tryna put me on
But now I need it fast
Oops
I just flipped a pack
Aye
Never looking back
Yay



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Writer(s): Allynn Stills
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