A.L.A.L

On Gang on what, On Gang on what
Man I really do this
Hop on a beat and I prove it like
Head in the music like
Know I won't lose it like

Booda on this shit man, hey

Man I really do this
Hop on a beat and I prove it
Head up whether I'm winning or losing
I'm being me this not an illusion
My lifestyle get confusing
Back in school I was hiding my bruises
Glad I held onto this music
I tend to write so my mind I don't lose it

Will I ever get the recognition
I'm versatile not too repetitious
Used to get cussed out bout the dishes
To making sure that we don't get evicted
This all facts, nonfiction
Book reader but I'll still take a sentence
My health scares been hectic
At times I trouble recollecting, like
Damn this shit getting deep
Things that I've seen that haunt when I sleep
Every week to myself yea I'd weep
Hard to grieve when death stay on repeat
All my life yea my feelings been bottled
But I keep pushing my grind in full throttle
In my own lane my thoughts not borrowed
And all my verses worth more than the lotto, like

Man I really do this
I hop on a beat and I prove it
Head up whether I'm winning or losing
I'm being me this not an illusion
My lifestyle get confusing
Back in school I was hiding my bruises
Glad I held onto this music
I tend to write so my mind I don't lose it

Member days with a knife in my sock
Now with rapping I got it on lock
In the O we been making shit hot
Nonstop, we gone drop
Ones I've lost left me shocked
Don't fuck around you'll get screwed, chopped
Yea my tears haven't stopped
Used to muddy my kicks getting low from the cops

Man I really do this
Hop on a beat and I prove it
Head up whether I'm winning or losing
I'm being me this not an illusion
My lifestyle get confusing
Back in school I was hiding my bruises
Glad I held onto this music
I tend to write so my mind I don't lose it

If you got an issue, yea
We could get in tune
Member I had mice camping in my shoes
So many times that we had to move
School smiles from a trouble child
On a contract I was too wild
But I'm older now and my ways changed
For the better, everyday trying to get paid
Before getting laid, no vacays
Need one wish like Ray-J
For my grandma back know my heart ache
For my grandma back know my heart ache
Yea, lately I been talking my shit
Haady my brother that boy really him
Play bout my kin
Your life looking slim
Soul full of love but I still tend to sin
Been wanting revenge been itching to spin
Got to move tact got family not friends
Stay puffing on Ls while plotting to win
Im gone go get it again and again
For one of mine I'm giving a limb
My mindset is rich while y'all pockets is thin
My mindset is rich while y'all pockets is thin

Like, Man I really do this
Hop on a beat and I

Know I won't lose it like



Credits
Writer(s): Imani Paul
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