Vices
I come from the trenches
Boy if you never do nothing you better go out make a difference
I dream on a limit
Cause if we low on some funds, them guns get to upping and clicking
My vision been vivid
I had this hoe on my back, had to block her she blurring my image
Got tired of the gimmicks
I had to go out and get it, cause they think I'm shy think I'm timid
But I don't like stepping on toes, I'm reaching my goals and all my foes turned to stepping stones
My heart made of chrome, I feel I been out of my zone, but it ain't gone take me that long
To put the bros on, the day that I'm dead and I'm gone the day imma leave it alone
In a world of my own, imma live it until it get old, until this shit out my control
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
That shit materialistic
I'm searching for something with substance and something worth living
Man I was just gigging
I can't go way, way, way back to washing them dishes
That ain't how I get it
I'm still a baby myself in this world I can't bring no more children
And no I ain't kidding
I'm just to grown to be playing and wasting my time like its given
And that should be vice-versa
Not the same kid who was hurting and writing love letters in cursive
This shit just my purpose
Can't live my life like its worthless on top of the mud like the turf is
Im solid for certain
I keep my work behind curtains, ain't gotta fix shit if its working
This feel like a versus
Its really me versus me, am I winning or losing or perfect
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Boy if you never do nothing you better go out make a difference
I dream on a limit
Cause if we low on some funds, them guns get to upping and clicking
My vision been vivid
I had this hoe on my back, had to block her she blurring my image
Got tired of the gimmicks
I had to go out and get it, cause they think I'm shy think I'm timid
But I don't like stepping on toes, I'm reaching my goals and all my foes turned to stepping stones
My heart made of chrome, I feel I been out of my zone, but it ain't gone take me that long
To put the bros on, the day that I'm dead and I'm gone the day imma leave it alone
In a world of my own, imma live it until it get old, until this shit out my control
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
That shit materialistic
I'm searching for something with substance and something worth living
Man I was just gigging
I can't go way, way, way back to washing them dishes
That ain't how I get it
I'm still a baby myself in this world I can't bring no more children
And no I ain't kidding
I'm just to grown to be playing and wasting my time like its given
And that should be vice-versa
Not the same kid who was hurting and writing love letters in cursive
This shit just my purpose
Can't live my life like its worthless on top of the mud like the turf is
Im solid for certain
I keep my work behind curtains, ain't gotta fix shit if its working
This feel like a versus
Its really me versus me, am I winning or losing or perfect
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Money, hoes, and drugs
(that shit don't matter no more)
Cars, clothes, and thugs
(that shit I gotta let go)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrell Esters
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