I hope you WIN in the END!
Is it easier living in poverty than it is living dishonestly
That's a topic of hood dichotomy
Money and pussy basic biology
We been molded by pain like pottery
Member man we was just scratching like lotteries
Now Look where we bout be
I got two of em rolled where you at
You believe in me still we fam
Unconditional love, what's the catch
You ain't used to a leader just listen my plan in affect don't go on the offense
Jump out the roof
Hotbox feel like the booth
Popeye I'm off a shroom, you know how I do
I'ma get loose, I'ma get loose
Hold on, I'ma get loose
Yeah I come from the bottom the edge
I ain't playing go play with ya kids
Lotta childhood friends lay dead
I'm just praying my niggas keep living
I got lost in that cell I was down
I couldn't let it beat me I stared at the ceiling
Convinced that I wouldn't make the feeling familiar
I stood on my word had to swerve the reptilians
I hope you win when yo story gets told
Niggas too worried bout friends, that ain't forced
Worry bout growing
Niggas to worried bout fans, that ain't forced
Worry bout touring
This shit been out of my hands I cant choose I was chosen
I couldn't leave it to chance I left it in stone
Nah don't come with ya friends you know what I'm on
I'm betting the house, I'm upping my aim
I'm taking the thrown
We keeping the count, We hedging them bets
We upping the score so
Jump out the roof
Hotbox feel like the booth
Popeye im off a shroom, you know how I do
I'ma get loose, I'ma get loose
hold on, I'ma get loose
That's a topic of hood dichotomy
Money and pussy basic biology
We been molded by pain like pottery
Member man we was just scratching like lotteries
Now Look where we bout be
I got two of em rolled where you at
You believe in me still we fam
Unconditional love, what's the catch
You ain't used to a leader just listen my plan in affect don't go on the offense
Jump out the roof
Hotbox feel like the booth
Popeye I'm off a shroom, you know how I do
I'ma get loose, I'ma get loose
Hold on, I'ma get loose
Yeah I come from the bottom the edge
I ain't playing go play with ya kids
Lotta childhood friends lay dead
I'm just praying my niggas keep living
I got lost in that cell I was down
I couldn't let it beat me I stared at the ceiling
Convinced that I wouldn't make the feeling familiar
I stood on my word had to swerve the reptilians
I hope you win when yo story gets told
Niggas too worried bout friends, that ain't forced
Worry bout growing
Niggas to worried bout fans, that ain't forced
Worry bout touring
This shit been out of my hands I cant choose I was chosen
I couldn't leave it to chance I left it in stone
Nah don't come with ya friends you know what I'm on
I'm betting the house, I'm upping my aim
I'm taking the thrown
We keeping the count, We hedging them bets
We upping the score so
Jump out the roof
Hotbox feel like the booth
Popeye im off a shroom, you know how I do
I'ma get loose, I'ma get loose
hold on, I'ma get loose
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Gray Jr
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