Studio
They ask me like
How I feel about a lot of the shit that be
Happening to me and
All the shit that I been through
And like, it really ain't no explanation
I just be numb to this shit
You know what I'm saying?
I can't believe most of my niggas gone
Remember all them times I'd count up with my bros
At one point, I was locked up feeling all alone
Sitting in a cell, I felt like this my home
ESV gone hold it down, They know I'm going strong
And my mama better not cry, she know I'm holding on
I hope she feel the vibe, she listen to my song
This ain't even rhyming, I'm just off the dome
Had to blow the label off like, "Fuck the studio"
Cause I was sleeping on my dreams, I wasn't doing songs
Cause I was caught up in the streets and I was doing wrong
Wish I knew who killed Jermiel, I'll put one in his dome
I'm smoking that stank, my niggas sipping yak
I'm doing this shit for all the pain I have
Monkler pulled up Wraith and got it painted black
Kevin bought a Jag and brought it on the Ave
Hop inside that Beamer, hundred on the dash
I tried to drift the Lexus but I almost crashed
Came up eating Ramen noodles, we was lacking cash
Every day was rocking FUBU, I ain't had no swag
KT pulled up in that cat, we finna spin this bitch
And you just jumped out of a scat, I know you rented it
Can't be seen inside that M6 so I tinted it
Niggas talking bout a million, I want ten of it
Like Troy Ave, I been all about my benjamins
Time is money, so I'm watching who I spend it with
I been balling but I'm cautious who I kick it with
They cannot stop me, I was taught to go and get this shit
KT facing double life and that ain't make me cry
Cause when she was out there with me, we was going wild
Never thought that I'd continue after Johnny died
Sometimes I look inside the mirror, I just wonder why
Been making music for a minute but this shit ain't working
I do this street shit for my niggas but this shit ain't worth it
Grew up on weed, lean, and xans, man I been popping perkys
I never really had a plan, that's why I started serving
2018, I made a lot of money
2019, I was locked up in that county
2020, That's when COVID happened
In 2021, I went back to the rapping
Aye, free all them real soldiers
How I feel about a lot of the shit that be
Happening to me and
All the shit that I been through
And like, it really ain't no explanation
I just be numb to this shit
You know what I'm saying?
I can't believe most of my niggas gone
Remember all them times I'd count up with my bros
At one point, I was locked up feeling all alone
Sitting in a cell, I felt like this my home
ESV gone hold it down, They know I'm going strong
And my mama better not cry, she know I'm holding on
I hope she feel the vibe, she listen to my song
This ain't even rhyming, I'm just off the dome
Had to blow the label off like, "Fuck the studio"
Cause I was sleeping on my dreams, I wasn't doing songs
Cause I was caught up in the streets and I was doing wrong
Wish I knew who killed Jermiel, I'll put one in his dome
I'm smoking that stank, my niggas sipping yak
I'm doing this shit for all the pain I have
Monkler pulled up Wraith and got it painted black
Kevin bought a Jag and brought it on the Ave
Hop inside that Beamer, hundred on the dash
I tried to drift the Lexus but I almost crashed
Came up eating Ramen noodles, we was lacking cash
Every day was rocking FUBU, I ain't had no swag
KT pulled up in that cat, we finna spin this bitch
And you just jumped out of a scat, I know you rented it
Can't be seen inside that M6 so I tinted it
Niggas talking bout a million, I want ten of it
Like Troy Ave, I been all about my benjamins
Time is money, so I'm watching who I spend it with
I been balling but I'm cautious who I kick it with
They cannot stop me, I was taught to go and get this shit
KT facing double life and that ain't make me cry
Cause when she was out there with me, we was going wild
Never thought that I'd continue after Johnny died
Sometimes I look inside the mirror, I just wonder why
Been making music for a minute but this shit ain't working
I do this street shit for my niggas but this shit ain't worth it
Grew up on weed, lean, and xans, man I been popping perkys
I never really had a plan, that's why I started serving
2018, I made a lot of money
2019, I was locked up in that county
2020, That's when COVID happened
In 2021, I went back to the rapping
Aye, free all them real soldiers
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Errar
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