nowhere2go (freestyle)
All these niggas that's trippin' around
Serve a reminder that
I gotta watch my step
I used to be quiet as fuck
(Yeah)
I think I spent most of my years depressed
Only thing on my mind was death
Didn't what the fuck was next
Tryna refine this shit
I redefined myself
First I had to find my wings
Young nigga flying and shit
Nigga I'm fly as a bitch
I do this shit for my mom and my little sis
But you niggas can't compete
Nigga talking bout me
Nigga talking bout Meez
Meez wasn't in the city
He don't be in the hood no more
Like god damn where the fuck
Did he go
No where to go
It's no where to go
I had no where to go
All of the options was lost
All of the options was thin
I still made it out the rain
Nigga I can not complain
Nigga I just go repent
Thank God
Thank God
He forgiving all my sins
But I mean
I'm still gone sin again
My nigga I made it right
Why the fuck do I feel like this
(Uh)
Depression it hit on the late nights
Young nigga made it on late nights
Now on these late flights
Late nights like I said on that visionary song
You bitch ass niggas told too long
You bitch ass niggas gon be gone
Cuz I'm killing you niggas
With a fucking steak knife
But I can not play with that
I ain't have no where to go
Ain't no malice in my soul
Ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my—
It ain't no saving my soul
Serve a reminder that
I gotta watch my step
I used to be quiet as fuck
(Yeah)
I think I spent most of my years depressed
Only thing on my mind was death
Didn't what the fuck was next
Tryna refine this shit
I redefined myself
First I had to find my wings
Young nigga flying and shit
Nigga I'm fly as a bitch
I do this shit for my mom and my little sis
But you niggas can't compete
Nigga talking bout me
Nigga talking bout Meez
Meez wasn't in the city
He don't be in the hood no more
Like god damn where the fuck
Did he go
No where to go
It's no where to go
I had no where to go
All of the options was lost
All of the options was thin
I still made it out the rain
Nigga I can not complain
Nigga I just go repent
Thank God
Thank God
He forgiving all my sins
But I mean
I'm still gone sin again
My nigga I made it right
Why the fuck do I feel like this
(Uh)
Depression it hit on the late nights
Young nigga made it on late nights
Now on these late flights
Late nights like I said on that visionary song
You bitch ass niggas told too long
You bitch ass niggas gon be gone
Cuz I'm killing you niggas
With a fucking steak knife
But I can not play with that
I ain't have no where to go
Ain't no malice in my soul
Ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my soul
It ain't no slave in my—
It ain't no saving my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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