Pieces Of Me
Problems, issues keep popping up and I just don't know why
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
I said my last year of being broke was the past year
Still broke a whole year later that was a fast year
Hard to pedal forward like I'm stuck up in the last gear
Dealing with some baggage that ain't mine like a cashier
Stuck solving other peoples problems like a tutor
Everyday I keep it pushing I'm too tired like a scooter
My women wanna wait on me but I ain't at hooters
Plus that shit is not up on my brain like a fucking tumor
Don't none of that shit matter dawg like it's intramural
Too focused on these S's like all my words are plural
Go out on a extra limb for them they think I'm Goro
I'm on my last leg my nigga I can't euro
But still I'll step for you like I got you on my shoulders
Been a tough battle got some war wounds with my soldiers
Need my pockets full like a college student's folder
Get one thing under control there's another to get over
Problems, issues keep popping up and I just don't know why
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
Lent a helping hand and now I'm stuck with a rubber hand
I don't want your advice if you never even done it man
Life's up in the air I'm ready to pop like a bubble man
Everyday I'm being stretched thin like a rubber band
I was ten toes until I turned to Kunta Kente
Give yourself to people you gon see how much they can take
In a city where you watch your back until your neck ache
While dealing with more pressure on me than a sinus headache
Show me your true colors and I cannot turn a blind eye
And I took that personal Jordan against 5 guys
Saw me fall and I really got was some side eye
Still I always land up on my feet like I got 9 lives
I'M TURNT UP
And my progress seem to get'em mad as shit
Know they used to laugh and shit
And then I went and passed'em quick
Watch but just don't clap and shit
Lost people from this rapping shit
No malice in my heart I kept it pushing like I'm half of Clipse
Problems, issues keep popping up and I just don't know why
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
I said my last year of being broke was the past year
Still broke a whole year later that was a fast year
Hard to pedal forward like I'm stuck up in the last gear
Dealing with some baggage that ain't mine like a cashier
Stuck solving other peoples problems like a tutor
Everyday I keep it pushing I'm too tired like a scooter
My women wanna wait on me but I ain't at hooters
Plus that shit is not up on my brain like a fucking tumor
Don't none of that shit matter dawg like it's intramural
Too focused on these S's like all my words are plural
Go out on a extra limb for them they think I'm Goro
I'm on my last leg my nigga I can't euro
But still I'll step for you like I got you on my shoulders
Been a tough battle got some war wounds with my soldiers
Need my pockets full like a college student's folder
Get one thing under control there's another to get over
Problems, issues keep popping up and I just don't know why
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
Lent a helping hand and now I'm stuck with a rubber hand
I don't want your advice if you never even done it man
Life's up in the air I'm ready to pop like a bubble man
Everyday I'm being stretched thin like a rubber band
I was ten toes until I turned to Kunta Kente
Give yourself to people you gon see how much they can take
In a city where you watch your back until your neck ache
While dealing with more pressure on me than a sinus headache
Show me your true colors and I cannot turn a blind eye
And I took that personal Jordan against 5 guys
Saw me fall and I really got was some side eye
Still I always land up on my feet like I got 9 lives
I'M TURNT UP
And my progress seem to get'em mad as shit
Know they used to laugh and shit
And then I went and passed'em quick
Watch but just don't clap and shit
Lost people from this rapping shit
No malice in my heart I kept it pushing like I'm half of Clipse
Problems, issues keep popping up and I just don't know why
I just, can't get ahead no matter how hard that I try
This crown, I wear is heavy it's hard to hold my head high
I been, patient I just don't know when it's my turn to fly
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Black
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