Determination 2
A lot of pain came with these blessing, don't forget it
Never understood the method or the lesson
But I wouldn't be who I am today without the settings
I ain't wanna get it at first, but now I get it
My momma passed for ten years I couldn't shake it
I'm a black hole 'cause of these choices I been making
All this weed I'm inhaling, bottom shelf I be drinking
women I'm degrading, I'm sorry I couldn't take it
Dad loved his work, but he couldn't ever love me
I was trying to impress him, it never made him love me
She swallow me whole and suck me
You think I'm lucky
I know I be smiling but I'm dead inside or something
I tried suicide, but that wasn't for me
I tried all the drugs, but that wasn't for me
I tried to just escape and just wound up with an addiction
Still I'm trying to escape, I'm escaping all my afflictions
4 eye'd loser, they always hated my vision
Punk rock pimpin confusing them from a distance
In a time warp, in the 90's, and I'm a Piston
I might look soft, but I'm itching to pistol whip him
I used to get high off the resin, now I'm worried bout my credit
It's funny how things develop
I'm sure you Niggaz just thought that I would forget
But the elephant in the room is that I ain't never forgetting
The truth is I don't know why, and I be curious
I don't want to damage my son, my nigga, period
I'm still trying to find my way, the water muddy
I might show love, but trust me your not my buddy
The only thing that keeps me going is my family
And a few of my friends, I'm knowing that they love me
It's a cold world, where I'm from it's always sunny
Thought I would never love until I put him in her tummy
I'm never good enough for these niggaz, I'm too country
I'm too bummy
I'm always too something
All I ever wanted was for you to love me
You showed me it was too much to ask, well ain't that something?
You showed me it was too much to ask
I went and got the cash
You showed me it was too much to love me
Now you can't fuckin' touch me
Ain't no crooked letter in I, but I came from the muddy
Always felt I wasn't defined by how much fucking money
Never been too tired to grind, they couldn't keep up with me
Now they acting like they surprised I brought a pole in with me
You said you was living your best off PPP & stimmies
Nigga that was living your best?
You must be used to pennies
Yea I had some humble beginnings, so I be understanding
I was raised an only child but still was wearing "hand-me's"
Call my bitch Garcelle Beauvais, 'cause now I'm fucking fancy
Now it's time to man up nigga, 'cause life be too demanding
Fell a lot, but still I'm standing
All this shit be underhanded
Six grand, or hit another branch
You'd know if you had any bands
you ain't got any bands
I still ain't one to fuck with and I ain't shot any men
Just imagine if I did
I'm coming home to my kids
You know how sticky it get
Something I had to get off my chest
You know the rest
You talk out the side of your neck
I be direct
Ain't no purge law
The cops just don't want to wear no body cams
And even if it was
A nigga get popped, and get popped again
Made your bitch crawl up the wall, now she call me Spider-Man
Nigga we ain't fuckin' friends, ain't no dap, or shaking hands
You know how sticky it get
Fuck a Patek
I don't need no baguettes
Just being here is a flex my nigga
You know how sticky it get
Never understood the method or the lesson
But I wouldn't be who I am today without the settings
I ain't wanna get it at first, but now I get it
My momma passed for ten years I couldn't shake it
I'm a black hole 'cause of these choices I been making
All this weed I'm inhaling, bottom shelf I be drinking
women I'm degrading, I'm sorry I couldn't take it
Dad loved his work, but he couldn't ever love me
I was trying to impress him, it never made him love me
She swallow me whole and suck me
You think I'm lucky
I know I be smiling but I'm dead inside or something
I tried suicide, but that wasn't for me
I tried all the drugs, but that wasn't for me
I tried to just escape and just wound up with an addiction
Still I'm trying to escape, I'm escaping all my afflictions
4 eye'd loser, they always hated my vision
Punk rock pimpin confusing them from a distance
In a time warp, in the 90's, and I'm a Piston
I might look soft, but I'm itching to pistol whip him
I used to get high off the resin, now I'm worried bout my credit
It's funny how things develop
I'm sure you Niggaz just thought that I would forget
But the elephant in the room is that I ain't never forgetting
The truth is I don't know why, and I be curious
I don't want to damage my son, my nigga, period
I'm still trying to find my way, the water muddy
I might show love, but trust me your not my buddy
The only thing that keeps me going is my family
And a few of my friends, I'm knowing that they love me
It's a cold world, where I'm from it's always sunny
Thought I would never love until I put him in her tummy
I'm never good enough for these niggaz, I'm too country
I'm too bummy
I'm always too something
All I ever wanted was for you to love me
You showed me it was too much to ask, well ain't that something?
You showed me it was too much to ask
I went and got the cash
You showed me it was too much to love me
Now you can't fuckin' touch me
Ain't no crooked letter in I, but I came from the muddy
Always felt I wasn't defined by how much fucking money
Never been too tired to grind, they couldn't keep up with me
Now they acting like they surprised I brought a pole in with me
You said you was living your best off PPP & stimmies
Nigga that was living your best?
You must be used to pennies
Yea I had some humble beginnings, so I be understanding
I was raised an only child but still was wearing "hand-me's"
Call my bitch Garcelle Beauvais, 'cause now I'm fucking fancy
Now it's time to man up nigga, 'cause life be too demanding
Fell a lot, but still I'm standing
All this shit be underhanded
Six grand, or hit another branch
You'd know if you had any bands
you ain't got any bands
I still ain't one to fuck with and I ain't shot any men
Just imagine if I did
I'm coming home to my kids
You know how sticky it get
Something I had to get off my chest
You know the rest
You talk out the side of your neck
I be direct
Ain't no purge law
The cops just don't want to wear no body cams
And even if it was
A nigga get popped, and get popped again
Made your bitch crawl up the wall, now she call me Spider-Man
Nigga we ain't fuckin' friends, ain't no dap, or shaking hands
You know how sticky it get
Fuck a Patek
I don't need no baguettes
Just being here is a flex my nigga
You know how sticky it get
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Writer(s): Jayson Johns
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