Fairy Tales
Fairy tales had me thinking shit could last forever
But really people change like seasons hell of bad weather
Everybody switch sides they think the grass better
And I know love don't mean a thang cuz' it's just four letters
Its a cold cold world but I stay warm with my dirty sweater
I keep it on me cuz' my wallet stacked like double deckers
We tryna separate the fake that shit like salt and pepper
Feeling like I'm better off alone my momma raised a stepper
I jumped off the porch in like the fifth grade
Never had a chance to hustle off a stand of lemonade
Straight to pushing eights the same size as a hand grenade
Junkies pulling up we had them streets lit like a damn parade
Once you got me in yo deck I'm like a ace of spade
All you got to do is keep it true and let the rest fade
Trying to get paid baby everything is self made
And it's fuck them other niggas let them niggas hate
Good times never out weigh the bad
But where I'm from just be happy that you ain't in no bag
Ain't no since of stressing over shit you ain't even had
I got my sight on the now cuz' I can't live in the past
It seems like all the best things in the world never last
A spark can turn to flame but that flame just gone turn to ash
I bet if I ain have my kids yet I probably would've been crashed
I get to thinking when I'm smoking on this gas
Sometimes
You got to sit back and think man
Where would you be at right now
If it wasn't for the mistakes you made in the past
Aye
For real
Whipping off the smudges just to make sure it's a clear view
Left you in my past so I can't see you in my rear view
I can't watch my back cuz' I'm steady up trying to steer too
Keep a tunnel vision make dem pussy niggas hear you
I know the love ain't real even though that shit might appear to
The ones that stab yo back a be the ones that you keep near you
If niggas think they demons trust I'm something to fear too
He think he lit until we crank that shit to gear two
I don't want to die young fuck it don't want to die at all
Number one draft pick that just mean I got to ball
Trying to live big bitch we started off small
I'm sorry if my ego stand like twenty foot tall
I know it's my time that shit be written on the wall
Patience was the key now I'm jus waiting that call
I Can't stop at some no way I got to have it all
I heard a lot of people failed at trying to walk before they crawled bitch
But really people change like seasons hell of bad weather
Everybody switch sides they think the grass better
And I know love don't mean a thang cuz' it's just four letters
Its a cold cold world but I stay warm with my dirty sweater
I keep it on me cuz' my wallet stacked like double deckers
We tryna separate the fake that shit like salt and pepper
Feeling like I'm better off alone my momma raised a stepper
I jumped off the porch in like the fifth grade
Never had a chance to hustle off a stand of lemonade
Straight to pushing eights the same size as a hand grenade
Junkies pulling up we had them streets lit like a damn parade
Once you got me in yo deck I'm like a ace of spade
All you got to do is keep it true and let the rest fade
Trying to get paid baby everything is self made
And it's fuck them other niggas let them niggas hate
Good times never out weigh the bad
But where I'm from just be happy that you ain't in no bag
Ain't no since of stressing over shit you ain't even had
I got my sight on the now cuz' I can't live in the past
It seems like all the best things in the world never last
A spark can turn to flame but that flame just gone turn to ash
I bet if I ain have my kids yet I probably would've been crashed
I get to thinking when I'm smoking on this gas
Sometimes
You got to sit back and think man
Where would you be at right now
If it wasn't for the mistakes you made in the past
Aye
For real
Whipping off the smudges just to make sure it's a clear view
Left you in my past so I can't see you in my rear view
I can't watch my back cuz' I'm steady up trying to steer too
Keep a tunnel vision make dem pussy niggas hear you
I know the love ain't real even though that shit might appear to
The ones that stab yo back a be the ones that you keep near you
If niggas think they demons trust I'm something to fear too
He think he lit until we crank that shit to gear two
I don't want to die young fuck it don't want to die at all
Number one draft pick that just mean I got to ball
Trying to live big bitch we started off small
I'm sorry if my ego stand like twenty foot tall
I know it's my time that shit be written on the wall
Patience was the key now I'm jus waiting that call
I Can't stop at some no way I got to have it all
I heard a lot of people failed at trying to walk before they crawled bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Uriah Lattimore
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