Games
No one's going to help me get out of this rut
Ain't faking ain't doing me such
How I'm gone make it ain't saying too much
Cut off my bro he playing too much
I don't need no one keep telling myself
Need to buy me a crib put it under my belt
Talk about grips that he ain't ever held
They be checking on me 'cause I'm doing real well
I ain't checking on you 'cause I ain't even care
Go and do you we don't even compare
I ain't say nothing just dip thin air
I'm counting now I'm thinking how I got here
I be thinking like how did I loose all my friends
Looking back thinking like what did I spend
I be typing it out but ain't hitting send
Like, I love suspense
I'm sick of the drama it's blowing my shit
Impatient like I'm getting older and shit
Bro he changed, watch him switch
Bro switched up like a bitch
I skrrt' off I had to dip
I need them rackies, need 'em quick
What I'ma do like don't say shit
Like what I'ma need bitch I'ma get
Like I'ma make it on the set
Like I'ma get the fam out debt
Like I might blam so don't you trip
No looking back like burn that bridge
Stay close to the things that make you
Demons around but don't let 'em take you
Like how could I say I hate you
Go ahead look back, I made you
I got to get it done, where I'ma start
I been creeping out in the dark
Life it gave me a cold heart
No one told me it'd be this hard
Fuck it, I can't wait to live large
Kick up, got to go and take charge
Yeah with you I don't want no part
No one helped me that's from the start
Yeah that's from the start
(Yeah that's from the start)
No one's going to help me get out of this rut
Ain't faking ain't doing me such
How I'm gon' make it ain't saying too much
Cut off my bro he playing too much
I don't need no one keep telling myself
Need to buy me a crib put it under my belt
Talk about grips that he ain't ever held
They be checking on me 'cause I'm doing real well
I ain't checking on you 'cause I ain't even care
Go and do you we don't even compare
I ain't say nothing just dip thin air
I'm counting now I'm thinking how I got here
I be thinking like how did I loose all my friends
Looking back thinking like what did I spend
I be typing it out but ain't hitting send
Like, I love suspense
Ain't faking ain't doing me such
How I'm gone make it ain't saying too much
Cut off my bro he playing too much
I don't need no one keep telling myself
Need to buy me a crib put it under my belt
Talk about grips that he ain't ever held
They be checking on me 'cause I'm doing real well
I ain't checking on you 'cause I ain't even care
Go and do you we don't even compare
I ain't say nothing just dip thin air
I'm counting now I'm thinking how I got here
I be thinking like how did I loose all my friends
Looking back thinking like what did I spend
I be typing it out but ain't hitting send
Like, I love suspense
I'm sick of the drama it's blowing my shit
Impatient like I'm getting older and shit
Bro he changed, watch him switch
Bro switched up like a bitch
I skrrt' off I had to dip
I need them rackies, need 'em quick
What I'ma do like don't say shit
Like what I'ma need bitch I'ma get
Like I'ma make it on the set
Like I'ma get the fam out debt
Like I might blam so don't you trip
No looking back like burn that bridge
Stay close to the things that make you
Demons around but don't let 'em take you
Like how could I say I hate you
Go ahead look back, I made you
I got to get it done, where I'ma start
I been creeping out in the dark
Life it gave me a cold heart
No one told me it'd be this hard
Fuck it, I can't wait to live large
Kick up, got to go and take charge
Yeah with you I don't want no part
No one helped me that's from the start
Yeah that's from the start
(Yeah that's from the start)
No one's going to help me get out of this rut
Ain't faking ain't doing me such
How I'm gon' make it ain't saying too much
Cut off my bro he playing too much
I don't need no one keep telling myself
Need to buy me a crib put it under my belt
Talk about grips that he ain't ever held
They be checking on me 'cause I'm doing real well
I ain't checking on you 'cause I ain't even care
Go and do you we don't even compare
I ain't say nothing just dip thin air
I'm counting now I'm thinking how I got here
I be thinking like how did I loose all my friends
Looking back thinking like what did I spend
I be typing it out but ain't hitting send
Like, I love suspense
Credits
Writer(s): John Chinchar
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