Ivory Trade II

Never had a chance but when you get it, I'm with it
Yeah that shit ended but who says we gotta finish
No white flags, but we way past hitting
We done learned a lot, but we left this shit unfinished
When I'm done, who's gonna be left to run the business
Man that times close, I gotta start repenting
Yeah we built a lot, hurts to see that shit go
But that couldn't last for forever, so
It's time to see who gonna be with me at my low
Or be there to deal one last blow

When your moving on, it gets hard to let go
Suffering on the low, u can't let that shit show
Gotta stay quiet, before your feelings overflow
Gotta be patient, give yourself some time to grow
Man I done learned bout that when I got my first pack
Was growing too fast, had no time to lay back
Carried two gats, when I couldn't bust back
Still using laptops when we got our first macs

I wonder who gonna be there in the end
Who would work to make amends
Or whos gonna stick it till the end
Over, yeah man, I don't know
You try to reach out, yeah that's a new low
No real reason when you got one so
No real reason that you gotta go

Yeah, no reason that you gotta go
All the fake niggas talkin bout some hoe

All my life I've been done so dirty
I don't think I'm finna push 30
Looked up at god, asking him for mercy

I'm sitting at my desk, lookin at myself
I'm a fuckin mess
So much shit I simply can't express
But I gotta confess, feelin kinda depressed

Took a lookin in the mirror
Couldn't see this shit clearer
Honest to god kinda tired of this year

Gotta man up though, so says society
Every nigga out here suffering quietly

Head up niggas we walking out the trenches
Pick ya asses up get yourselves off the benches

Bout time we picked ourselves up
Bout time we said fuck it, get off the hub
Bout time we put in the work
Bout time we look down on them and give 'em a smirk

Let go of all the past pain
Let go of the fakes you got nothin to gain
Let go of your self doubt
Time to get up and get out

This is the year
On my corny ass shit
Time to let go the fear
Shit we gotta admit

Success ain't given, its obtained
This some shit that they'll never go explain

Find the real ones and hold them close
Cuz on god they be the ones that care the most



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