The Message (Radio Edit)
I'm on my way and I'll never change
Still the same nigger at a different stage
Surfing the pressure on top of the wave
Because of you now I do not care
What can I say?
This life chose us from the start to the end
I know sometimes it can be very strange
But non of my homies are turning up sad
Niggers turning music into a game
Everybody now just wanna rap
Why you be using music to escape
Bitch you know I'm gifted in so many ways
Cannot be hating there's nothing to gain
Stay in my lane like a train on a rail
Y'all better wake up when I ring the bell
Y'all better leave me when I get my crown
I came from nothing, there's nothing to hide
Don't play with my heart man I'm not tryna cry
She wanna be with me I told her let's fly
If she catching some feelings then she ain't my type
Honestly I don't believe in the hype
Life is a bitch I'm in love with the thighs
I live this real life, you playing on the other side
I'm chasing what's only mine
We was witnessing homicide
People committing suicide
It was never something to try
Young nigger born 99
I was only 9 when I heard that I'm grandma died
That shit turn my heart cold as ice
I'm spinning
Come catch me
I'm falling
Come save me
I'm sipping
You sleeping
I'm leaning
She freaky
Like RiRi
I'm dripping
We winning
I mean it
Come with me
We litty
I'm dealing
No spilling
Still the same nigger at a different stage
Surfing the pressure on top of the wave
Because of you now I do not care
What can I say?
This life chose us from the start to the end
I know sometimes it can be very strange
But non of my homies are turning up sad
Niggers turning music into a game
Everybody now just wanna rap
Why you be using music to escape
Bitch you know I'm gifted in so many ways
Cannot be hating there's nothing to gain
Stay in my lane like a train on a rail
Y'all better wake up when I ring the bell
Y'all better leave me when I get my crown
I came from nothing, there's nothing to hide
Don't play with my heart man I'm not tryna cry
She wanna be with me I told her let's fly
If she catching some feelings then she ain't my type
Honestly I don't believe in the hype
Life is a bitch I'm in love with the thighs
I live this real life, you playing on the other side
I'm chasing what's only mine
We was witnessing homicide
People committing suicide
It was never something to try
Young nigger born 99
I was only 9 when I heard that I'm grandma died
That shit turn my heart cold as ice
I'm spinning
Come catch me
I'm falling
Come save me
I'm sipping
You sleeping
I'm leaning
She freaky
Like RiRi
I'm dripping
We winning
I mean it
Come with me
We litty
I'm dealing
No spilling
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Prince
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Other Album Tracks
- Be Precise (Intro) [Radio Edit]
- Woman Like This (Radio Edit)
- Buss Down (feat. StunnerTune) [Radio Edit]
- get What You give (Radio Edit)
- Shopping Spree (Radio Edit)
- Trap Addict (feat. Gandii) [Radio Edit]
- Got No Type (Radio Edit)
- Keep It 1Hunnid (Radio Edit)
- Never Miss (Radio Edit)
- The Message (Radio Edit)
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