Done Deal
True feelings, you know—
Sometimes i feel like, you know—
When i write certain songs, you know—
It has a certain meaning, you know—
That—you know, other people don't get
Umm
I feel like i understand, you know—because its me
This why i put the music in the world
So, you know—people who don't understand who i am, you know—
Can get a chance to, you know—listen and actually understand me
If you get what i'm saying
Mighta' lost you, but—just listen
Everybody say they "real", everything ain't what it seem
Won't take the minimum, i got bigger dreams
I want bigger things
Gang fighting cases
I'm waiting on my time, praying on a daily basis
Living in a matrix
Patient but i'm tired of waiting
Childhood stung, old friends really started fading
How we 'posed to feel being men? We was kids gated
21 days, juveniles, gettin' reinstated
Now that i got grown and colder, its hella' weight on my shoulders
Women keeping in "love", my niggas didn't grow older
Gia, i can't even lie, you got the best of me
Ian wanna see you crying, that was stress on me
Out of all the girls around, was my best homie
Sit and tell me that you proud, took some wreck off me
I just hate the way it played, say they gone "off me"
Give my heart back to you, you can "unlost" me
Going through shit for the better
I see for what it is, ian blocking out the message
God give me signs, how i'm posed to sit and stress it?
Wanting me to rap, getting better as i said it
My momma won't cry 'cause these niggas won't kill me
My soul in the sky, y'all just gotta come get me
I make it into the rap, i'll do it 'til i'm 50
I need a 100 mill 'fore my momma turn 60
5 years to get up on it
Said it then i fuckin' want it
1 year, i'm hoppin it
Take a risk, i'm risking on it
Ian even really wanna ride in a phantom
I want a fleet in Benz, insides like bananas
AMG, it's kinda luxury
I want a GLS, a 600, B
Then a 'Cedes-Maybach, they can't fuck with me
GLE 63, butterscotch seats
Trippin' ian gettin sleep, dealing with my misery
But in the hindsight, going anywhere i wanna be
I be really feeling Ke
She ain't really getting me
Bringing up these hoes that don't even keep me company
That's where i get mad at, them niggas could have that
The future gone unfold, you gone wish you could have that
My heart was slashed at
It broke like glass, cracked
Now i can unfeel everything we had, blatt
(Had, blatt)
(Oh, oh oh)
I been waiting on this shit to get better
I been waiting on this shit to live better
Get a lil better, oh
(Better, oh)
Sometimes i feel like, you know—
When i write certain songs, you know—
It has a certain meaning, you know—
That—you know, other people don't get
Umm
I feel like i understand, you know—because its me
This why i put the music in the world
So, you know—people who don't understand who i am, you know—
Can get a chance to, you know—listen and actually understand me
If you get what i'm saying
Mighta' lost you, but—just listen
Everybody say they "real", everything ain't what it seem
Won't take the minimum, i got bigger dreams
I want bigger things
Gang fighting cases
I'm waiting on my time, praying on a daily basis
Living in a matrix
Patient but i'm tired of waiting
Childhood stung, old friends really started fading
How we 'posed to feel being men? We was kids gated
21 days, juveniles, gettin' reinstated
Now that i got grown and colder, its hella' weight on my shoulders
Women keeping in "love", my niggas didn't grow older
Gia, i can't even lie, you got the best of me
Ian wanna see you crying, that was stress on me
Out of all the girls around, was my best homie
Sit and tell me that you proud, took some wreck off me
I just hate the way it played, say they gone "off me"
Give my heart back to you, you can "unlost" me
Going through shit for the better
I see for what it is, ian blocking out the message
God give me signs, how i'm posed to sit and stress it?
Wanting me to rap, getting better as i said it
My momma won't cry 'cause these niggas won't kill me
My soul in the sky, y'all just gotta come get me
I make it into the rap, i'll do it 'til i'm 50
I need a 100 mill 'fore my momma turn 60
5 years to get up on it
Said it then i fuckin' want it
1 year, i'm hoppin it
Take a risk, i'm risking on it
Ian even really wanna ride in a phantom
I want a fleet in Benz, insides like bananas
AMG, it's kinda luxury
I want a GLS, a 600, B
Then a 'Cedes-Maybach, they can't fuck with me
GLE 63, butterscotch seats
Trippin' ian gettin sleep, dealing with my misery
But in the hindsight, going anywhere i wanna be
I be really feeling Ke
She ain't really getting me
Bringing up these hoes that don't even keep me company
That's where i get mad at, them niggas could have that
The future gone unfold, you gone wish you could have that
My heart was slashed at
It broke like glass, cracked
Now i can unfeel everything we had, blatt
(Had, blatt)
(Oh, oh oh)
I been waiting on this shit to get better
I been waiting on this shit to live better
Get a lil better, oh
(Better, oh)
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