How Long (Questions)
(Jay1no)
(Yeah)
(Finesse Season Want the Neck Freezing)
(Finesse Season Want the Neck Freezing)
(I grew up a fucking screw up)
(Still finessing)
(This ain't no J. Cole shit)
Look
Uh
Got them glocks wit switches on em
for protection
We spill red,
hearts turn blue;
that's a texan
Why you look to me for guidance?
I'm not Jesus
Why you want forgiveness from me?
Get a reverend
Get a dollar, form some hustle
You'll get blessings
Free from the trap
Free from the trenches
What you want from me?
You said get on my purpose
And I did it
But still in your mind you stressing
How long is it gon take me?
How long is it gon take me?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
I feel like fuck NY
Hit P.A, get my bread up
Why you with me girl?
I know it's not cause my potential
It's my mental,
it's the type of shit I get to
When they think it's over,
They act like you never met em
When they see it's motion,
they be in feelings dissing
When they see you caking,
now they hit you "like I miss you"
All the times these niggas seen me fall
they didn't help me
They gave me words and told me
"chin up, nigga it gets better"
Them tables always turning on you nigga
don't feel special
Don't feel special
(Keep going)
They talk bout disappointment,
uh they don't know the slightest
Hurts my heart to my hear my close ones
say that I neglect em
Looking in the mirror, is this me now?
Man I'm tripping
I ain't perfect nigga
but I don't move like I'm righteous
I betrayed my morals,
changed my ways, upgraded mindsets
I gotta treat like you a worker nigga
Utilize it
New horizons, use the knowledge
Peep the logic
Me and my girl drifting,
she regretting that she signed up
Always treat her right
put her first, she say I'm selfish
For doing everything
I said I would in adolescence
Now she tripping
And we arguing and stressing
And you blowing up my phone
asking all these questions like
(Where you at?)
(Where your phone?)
(Who you with?)
(Do you live me?)
(Do you hate me?)
(I'm your bitch)
(Do you want to lose me?)
(Why you acting like you lit?)
Yeah she gon regret all of this
When she see that I'm lit, like
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
Yeah, yeah
Finesse season want the neck freezing
Still flexing, still finessing
Uno
(Yeah)
(Finesse Season Want the Neck Freezing)
(Finesse Season Want the Neck Freezing)
(I grew up a fucking screw up)
(Still finessing)
(This ain't no J. Cole shit)
Look
Uh
Got them glocks wit switches on em
for protection
We spill red,
hearts turn blue;
that's a texan
Why you look to me for guidance?
I'm not Jesus
Why you want forgiveness from me?
Get a reverend
Get a dollar, form some hustle
You'll get blessings
Free from the trap
Free from the trenches
What you want from me?
You said get on my purpose
And I did it
But still in your mind you stressing
How long is it gon take me?
How long is it gon take me?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
I feel like fuck NY
Hit P.A, get my bread up
Why you with me girl?
I know it's not cause my potential
It's my mental,
it's the type of shit I get to
When they think it's over,
They act like you never met em
When they see it's motion,
they be in feelings dissing
When they see you caking,
now they hit you "like I miss you"
All the times these niggas seen me fall
they didn't help me
They gave me words and told me
"chin up, nigga it gets better"
Them tables always turning on you nigga
don't feel special
Don't feel special
(Keep going)
They talk bout disappointment,
uh they don't know the slightest
Hurts my heart to my hear my close ones
say that I neglect em
Looking in the mirror, is this me now?
Man I'm tripping
I ain't perfect nigga
but I don't move like I'm righteous
I betrayed my morals,
changed my ways, upgraded mindsets
I gotta treat like you a worker nigga
Utilize it
New horizons, use the knowledge
Peep the logic
Me and my girl drifting,
she regretting that she signed up
Always treat her right
put her first, she say I'm selfish
For doing everything
I said I would in adolescence
Now she tripping
And we arguing and stressing
And you blowing up my phone
asking all these questions like
(Where you at?)
(Where your phone?)
(Who you with?)
(Do you live me?)
(Do you hate me?)
(I'm your bitch)
(Do you want to lose me?)
(Why you acting like you lit?)
Yeah she gon regret all of this
When she see that I'm lit, like
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take?
How long is it gon take
Stop asking questions
Yeah, yeah
Finesse season want the neck freezing
Still flexing, still finessing
Uno
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