Bonus Track

Goin strong survivin, soul survivor
Nigga fuck arrival I ain't comin for no title
And I'ma always grind so can't nobody fit in my shoes
Was down bad on my ass I had to man up like a boss do
Couldn't get shit together had to man up like a boss do
I fucked up too many times I had to man up like a boss do
I feel like Lucci on this one
I was on my grind I had to roll up a swisher
Fuck a backwood, my pack good I'm tryna make millions
I got my raps up, the strap tucked, noody fuckin wit me
I feel the same when I do it by my damn self
Gotta ease up off my anger issues for my own health
My daughter growin up, to see its amazing
Swear i'ma do this shit until we rich and we famous
Money on my mind I pick it up it must be urgent
Won't be conversatin if we ain't speakin on currency
I lost some of my family that shit be hurtin me like
Who can I run to when I feel the world is desertin me
I'm all on my own, I can't pick up the phone
My pride too much guess i ain't on the same level as Cole
That Violet I rep that shit every song
And RIP to all my niggas til I'm dead and I'm gone
Been dirty days and cold weather
But I work on myself to get out here and do better
If I fumble with the bag then I make back and do better
These niggas sneak dissin I'm never hearin the chatter
My team been gettin money we rarely got time to gather
But I know when we do this shit a be colossal aint no cappin
Feel like it's my time like my last name was Lillard
I gotta do this shit my brothers and sisters got children
Gotta do this shit my brothers and sisters got children
Gotta do this shit until I run up a million

Stayin in my lane



Credits
Writer(s): Netaji Jones
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