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I can't be talking to two at a time I'm taking her where I go and she mine
I'm tripping I ain't even high I'm lifted I'm pushing I ain't even try
They wanted the flow so they came for my life Couldn't handle the style they couldn't handle
my stripes I draw out the picture they pinned on the wall
I ain't too changed ain't afraid of it all I drew the ace got the players involved
Cop me the crown I'm exchanging my goals They talking all bullshit
I'm on some foo shit I knew the risk and I took it
I hit the curb and I flipped and I booked it I fit the look so I'm slick and I'm lucid
My feet they be moving but I fall behind Feel like I'm losing like all of the time
Tell me is it really all in my mind Do it for fam especially emah
I've seen what we had and it wasn't a lot In them projects my brother and mine
It wasn't a pops played in the sun It didn't feel high
Avoided grandma regretted a lot Tears in my face they turn into drops
Fall to the ground they turn into crops I reap what I sow and I hope for a lot
A speaker for growth tryna open some eyes If we get together with hands to the sky
Think we might just get a piece of the pie Think we might just get a piece of the pie
I'm tripping I ain't even high I'm lifted I'm pushing I ain't even try
They wanted the flow so they came for my life Couldn't handle the style they couldn't handle
my stripes I draw out the picture they pinned on the wall
I ain't too changed ain't afraid of it all I drew the ace got the players involved
Cop me the crown I'm exchanging my goals They talking all bullshit
I'm on some foo shit I knew the risk and I took it
I hit the curb and I flipped and I booked it I fit the look so I'm slick and I'm lucid
My feet they be moving but I fall behind Feel like I'm losing like all of the time
Tell me is it really all in my mind Do it for fam especially emah
I've seen what we had and it wasn't a lot In them projects my brother and mine
It wasn't a pops played in the sun It didn't feel high
Avoided grandma regretted a lot Tears in my face they turn into drops
Fall to the ground they turn into crops I reap what I sow and I hope for a lot
A speaker for growth tryna open some eyes If we get together with hands to the sky
Think we might just get a piece of the pie Think we might just get a piece of the pie
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Mata
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