Thanks To Us

Everybody got Problems
Everybody goes through trials and tribulations and pain
You cant keep runnin from that though

I try to run away from pain but it keep callin me back
I got unfinished business with my demons and i
Cant accept yo love i cant explain i got my reason but
Dont start hating me just understand is not our season
We Fleed the cold a one way to miami texas freezing
Was exhausted cause we just left Austin Lace aint want me leavin
Cant show up for you the way you want me to that got you tweaking

And its crazy we move like this through the week and not weekend
And I Tried to stay in situations God aint want me to be in
I got problems every time i fall I'm divin off the deep end
If you posed to be my strength then why you actin like my weakness
I used to think since they didn't see my goals they wasn't worth achieving

But Im a state skipper
Bagg ties from CEO's to grave diggas
You gotta be bread like this we dont raise niggas
Thanks to us
We came in poppin off they had to hang it up
Spend that shit lil buddy you cant take it witchu.

But Im a state skipper
Bag ties from CEO's to grave diggers
You gotta be bread like this we dont raise niggas
Thanks to us
We came in poppin off they had to hang it up
You gotta Spend that shit lil buddy you cant take it witchu.

Tired of runnin like I'm on a treadmill
Wish i could bring my bros back i smoke because they dead still
How you keep that man inside your circle if i was you I would hurt him
He ain't family if he fucking with the feds still no cap
Patek Philippe me please theses vvs hittin but i need more glare
Tryna send me yo CC but just last week i was your doormat
You can't sweep around your own, you dont even know where yo door at
I cant give you my CC but you can go see where my shows at
I'm state skipper made figures plays bigger way bigger
Dont make me untuck this here done put away and grazed niggas
Cake flippa why niggas wanna eat but never bake with you
It's like they only goal in life to stay witcha

But Im a state skipper
Bagg ties from CEO's to grave diggers
You gotta be bread like this we dont raise niggas
Thanks to us
We came in poppin off they had to hang it up
Spend that shit lil buddy you cant take it with you



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Lewis
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