Long Talks/Early Mornings
I remember days I was farming like a mill
Wishing I was in the Cali hills
Good smoke my shit sealed
Big gun no navy seal
Acting gets your top peeled
Money bags is what I yield
I don't know what's real youngin' saying that's a old head
We did it for the ones bitch you sounding like a coke head
I'm scared two things god and having no bread
Shorty getting freaky man my favorite is the road head
Now he thinking like damn why he saying this
If you felt what I felt you probably be spraying it
Chaining day I can't wait to go around and walk with it
I've been watching tape it's game time learned a lot from it
Fourth quarter Ima tackle
Breaking through my shackles
Them hoes left they faces in the chapel
That's why we different if I talk you don't listen I understand what is written I know what I been getting
I don't see what you see where your problem at
I just be looking like damn I'm bout to handle that
Put my baby in a cardiac
She saying oh my god why you gotta handle that
I'm riding with the fam I know who gon' kill for me
Y'all living wrong y'all ain't even got no dignity
Don't you try and play me like an activity
I wasn't bourne yesterday I know my identity
I fuck with the circle that shit on infinity
I fuck with the gang not the gangs in the industry
Play with the gang and you boy's gon' be history
I don't know why y'all chose this path that shit be killing me
Wishing I was in the Cali hills
Good smoke my shit sealed
Big gun no navy seal
Acting gets your top peeled
Money bags is what I yield
I don't know what's real youngin' saying that's a old head
We did it for the ones bitch you sounding like a coke head
I'm scared two things god and having no bread
Shorty getting freaky man my favorite is the road head
Now he thinking like damn why he saying this
If you felt what I felt you probably be spraying it
Chaining day I can't wait to go around and walk with it
I've been watching tape it's game time learned a lot from it
Fourth quarter Ima tackle
Breaking through my shackles
Them hoes left they faces in the chapel
That's why we different if I talk you don't listen I understand what is written I know what I been getting
I don't see what you see where your problem at
I just be looking like damn I'm bout to handle that
Put my baby in a cardiac
She saying oh my god why you gotta handle that
I'm riding with the fam I know who gon' kill for me
Y'all living wrong y'all ain't even got no dignity
Don't you try and play me like an activity
I wasn't bourne yesterday I know my identity
I fuck with the circle that shit on infinity
I fuck with the gang not the gangs in the industry
Play with the gang and you boy's gon' be history
I don't know why y'all chose this path that shit be killing me
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Writer(s): Harsh S
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