too many times
Too many times I was broke
To be took for a joke
Why the fuck is you laughin'
Too many times I would call
You aint pick up my calls
Why the fuck would I text then
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many times
I was trapped in my past
I would sit on my back just to reminisce
Too many times
Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Nigga I ain't change you did
The realest thing she said
Crashing out at Ruth's Chris
Where's is my juice bitch
Mama raised me better man
I'm tryna be a better man
I'm spacing out my scheduling
To Think it thru the best I can
Swerve a little
Chasing my dream
Chasing this cash
Detaching my past
It burns a little
Filling these shoes
For shells like me
For shells like you
I work the middle
In n out
I figured out
I different route
Alll I gotta do is stick it out
If they hating then kick em out
Show them niggas why they missing out
Too many times I was broke
To be took for a joke
Why the fuck is you laughin'
Too many times I would call
You ain't pick up my calls
Why the fuck would I text then
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many times
I was trapped in my past
I would sit on my back just to reminisce
Too many times
Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many too many times that I
Tried to stand tall on that shit & renigged'
Time after time I was stuck in that pit
Addicted to shit that was the stressing
The kid
Can't take it back so I learn and I live
Cry to my mama a bucket of tears
This is my toast this is my cheers
Stayed in my lane and switching the gears
We gotta misunderstanding
U think I'm doing this shit for the money
I'm doing this shit cause I'm damaged
I do this shit for my family
We do not know what it's like to be perfect
My mama the closest thing to jesus
I was a bad mouth lil nigga
I said she wasn't my hero when I was a baby
I know I ain't mean it
And mama I'm sorry for that
I know that my journey to rap
Ain't the thing that we pictured
Two inches apart and I miss ya
But what were we picture anyway
You da blame for my charisma
You da blame for my style
You da blame for my smile
You da blame for the way I keep my head up when the world let me down
Making moves outta bounds
Different states different towns
You & Nanna on my heart
You & jordan on my heart
You & Daniel on my heart
You & Prince on my heart
Leaving prints from the start
To be took for a joke
Why the fuck is you laughin'
Too many times I would call
You aint pick up my calls
Why the fuck would I text then
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many times
I was trapped in my past
I would sit on my back just to reminisce
Too many times
Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Nigga I ain't change you did
The realest thing she said
Crashing out at Ruth's Chris
Where's is my juice bitch
Mama raised me better man
I'm tryna be a better man
I'm spacing out my scheduling
To Think it thru the best I can
Swerve a little
Chasing my dream
Chasing this cash
Detaching my past
It burns a little
Filling these shoes
For shells like me
For shells like you
I work the middle
In n out
I figured out
I different route
Alll I gotta do is stick it out
If they hating then kick em out
Show them niggas why they missing out
Too many times I was broke
To be took for a joke
Why the fuck is you laughin'
Too many times I would call
You ain't pick up my calls
Why the fuck would I text then
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many times
I was trapped in my past
I would sit on my back just to reminisce
Too many times
Dat I thought you was telling the truth but I knew you was counterfeit
Too many times I was swerving
Swerving swerving and losing control
Losing my mind losing my soul
Thank god I made it up outta that hole
Too many too many times that I
Tried to stand tall on that shit & renigged'
Time after time I was stuck in that pit
Addicted to shit that was the stressing
The kid
Can't take it back so I learn and I live
Cry to my mama a bucket of tears
This is my toast this is my cheers
Stayed in my lane and switching the gears
We gotta misunderstanding
U think I'm doing this shit for the money
I'm doing this shit cause I'm damaged
I do this shit for my family
We do not know what it's like to be perfect
My mama the closest thing to jesus
I was a bad mouth lil nigga
I said she wasn't my hero when I was a baby
I know I ain't mean it
And mama I'm sorry for that
I know that my journey to rap
Ain't the thing that we pictured
Two inches apart and I miss ya
But what were we picture anyway
You da blame for my charisma
You da blame for my style
You da blame for my smile
You da blame for the way I keep my head up when the world let me down
Making moves outta bounds
Different states different towns
You & Nanna on my heart
You & jordan on my heart
You & Daniel on my heart
You & Prince on my heart
Leaving prints from the start
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Wilson, Damon Anderson
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