Buyer's Remorse
These days a blessing a weapon it's lethal
Don't nothing come my way but hate from faithless people
He shows a smile when you arrive inside he hate to see you
He close as kin with the sin I can't relate to evil
Think he Knievel
Watch him stunting on the Gram, with them grands and grams like he think the shit legal
Think them people ain't see you
Shit
Wisen up you a motherfucking king, go live ya dreams and realize that them things are beneath you
Turn of ya blankers and stop letting them strangers mislead you
My flow holy as the Hebrew
The lonely soldier strolling with forty and a eagle
With my eagle's eye on my piece of the pie
If I get on I'll feed you
Shit
I just got my plate trying to get us a table
I remember days a nigga wasn't able
Went outside all day and played cause it wasn't no cable
You signed your life away that day you signed to that label
I watched you
You sold your soul to the
You got us all fucked up
You got us all fucked up
Where I was born left me scorn
A crown of thorns or is these horns
Life really gotta nigga torn
I'm trying to reach my final form
I'm tired of feeling worn
I'm tired of hearing alarms
Outside screaming like a demon when he fired from his arm
You know how the story goes, twelve pulled up shit was a ticking time bomb
People LIVE as he died on his lawn
We all pawns
And little do you know they got us all fucked up
And now we all fucked up
You signed ya soul to the
Don't nothing come my way but hate from faithless people
He shows a smile when you arrive inside he hate to see you
He close as kin with the sin I can't relate to evil
Think he Knievel
Watch him stunting on the Gram, with them grands and grams like he think the shit legal
Think them people ain't see you
Shit
Wisen up you a motherfucking king, go live ya dreams and realize that them things are beneath you
Turn of ya blankers and stop letting them strangers mislead you
My flow holy as the Hebrew
The lonely soldier strolling with forty and a eagle
With my eagle's eye on my piece of the pie
If I get on I'll feed you
Shit
I just got my plate trying to get us a table
I remember days a nigga wasn't able
Went outside all day and played cause it wasn't no cable
You signed your life away that day you signed to that label
I watched you
You sold your soul to the
You got us all fucked up
You got us all fucked up
Where I was born left me scorn
A crown of thorns or is these horns
Life really gotta nigga torn
I'm trying to reach my final form
I'm tired of feeling worn
I'm tired of hearing alarms
Outside screaming like a demon when he fired from his arm
You know how the story goes, twelve pulled up shit was a ticking time bomb
People LIVE as he died on his lawn
We all pawns
And little do you know they got us all fucked up
And now we all fucked up
You signed ya soul to the
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Writer(s): Brandon Henley
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