Waste
Only thing we can't get back is wasted time
In a trap house I had millions on my mind
On a slave-ship I had millions on my
Only thing we can't get back is wasted time
On a slave-ship I had millions on my mind
Watch my dawg shoot a wolf in the face
A millisecond all it takes for a soul to go to waste
And yea I was working everyday
And yea I still working everyday
Can't reciprocate the hate, I can't relate to the fake
Gota optimize my hustle, before it's too late
We was drinking Henny raw, 10 bottles straight
Gota take care of ya people, that ain't for debates
Time so precious, I got patience, used to hate to wait
Thank you God for all blessings
I won't let em waste
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place.
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
In the ghetto, I saw so much talent go to waste
Cause a peer pressure, some people know better
If you don't go and make shit better shit don't get better
The struggle hard, the system set so you do not matter
Got ya attention, I want you know to know you do matter
Fuck all that struggle shit, it never mattered who badder
Yesterday is your's, toady is mine, but I rather
Share the wins, and celebrate with sweet laughter
But when you win
That's when ya family turn to friends
And friends turn to enemies
And I can't waste my energy
Don't tell me you believed if you did turn ya back on me
Ain't no limits to this life, all you gota do believe
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place.
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
In a trap house I had millions on my mind
On a slave-ship I had millions on my
Only thing we can't get back is wasted time
On a slave-ship I had millions on my mind
Watch my dawg shoot a wolf in the face
A millisecond all it takes for a soul to go to waste
And yea I was working everyday
And yea I still working everyday
Can't reciprocate the hate, I can't relate to the fake
Gota optimize my hustle, before it's too late
We was drinking Henny raw, 10 bottles straight
Gota take care of ya people, that ain't for debates
Time so precious, I got patience, used to hate to wait
Thank you God for all blessings
I won't let em waste
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place.
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
In the ghetto, I saw so much talent go to waste
Cause a peer pressure, some people know better
If you don't go and make shit better shit don't get better
The struggle hard, the system set so you do not matter
Got ya attention, I want you know to know you do matter
Fuck all that struggle shit, it never mattered who badder
Yesterday is your's, toady is mine, but I rather
Share the wins, and celebrate with sweet laughter
But when you win
That's when ya family turn to friends
And friends turn to enemies
And I can't waste my energy
Don't tell me you believed if you did turn ya back on me
Ain't no limits to this life, all you gota do believe
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
I can't let my blessings go to waste
Prefer the finer tings
I elevate my taste
If you could teach me things then we could go and find a place.
A special space where we could work and we could set the pace
Yea
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Writer(s): Damascus Thompson
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