Conscience 8th
yeah
yeah yeah
Mic check
I'm running out my conscience
Tell me what to do I've been burning on some candles
Waiting for my glory what you got is not my problem
Everyday we ganging that's my major occupation
Trynna get me simmer I've been working on my patience
I know what I'm worth I don't need your validations
Keep the circle tight pin my eye upon the green snakes
Trynna be a man handle shit before it's late
I went through it all couldn't even ask for school fees
Style is too lit
I've checking on my fashion trynna showcase
Looking for my service nigga you know where to find me nigga
I don't do the bragging either everyday we cashing bigger
Creating scene like an actor We step clean ragga saga
Heavens calling my name cant explain how right I feel like
Caring for my brothers And I promise on my mama
We been through struggles there's no way we gonna fall ah ya
Forget about your ex
She's in past now you better worry less
Appetized good life in my flesh
Glued to this hustle all I know I don't believe in your common lies
You gon need extensions when a nigga collides
You gon need extensions
When I'm in my prime time
I don't do no hide seeks
Stepping on the front line
Mashing up the fun time
Chasing on the dime dime
You gon need extensions when a nigga collides
You gon need extensions
When I'm in my prime time
I don't do no hide seeks
Stepping on the front line
Mashing up the fun time
Chasing on the dime dime
My major plan is getting shit together at 34
I'm trynna raise my earnings trynna hit the jackpot
One minute silence say a prayer to the souls we lost
Fishing with a bait got unlucky now the bait is gone
Dashing like a Mario you don't see me uninvited
In my room and lonely throwing punches like Mike Tyson
Never looking bad on set that's cus I trust my stylist
Back in times they eat the meats and serving us with bones
Everything is possible my mind is made up
Thinking about my personal life really been through a lot
I've been hanging on to the boat like a sailor
Many problems spinning my head oh my saviour
I'm not comfy round the popo I hate the stations
It could be any one of you playing victims
Exhibits and narcotics inside my big jeans
Rolling up and make it rain like I'm the big chief
Saucing up the kitchen
Every single second we been mounting on some business
Every single lady in the city trynna eat me
Lifting up my body if they use me they gon dump me
yeah yeah
Mic check
I'm running out my conscience
Tell me what to do I've been burning on some candles
Waiting for my glory what you got is not my problem
Everyday we ganging that's my major occupation
Trynna get me simmer I've been working on my patience
I know what I'm worth I don't need your validations
Keep the circle tight pin my eye upon the green snakes
Trynna be a man handle shit before it's late
I went through it all couldn't even ask for school fees
Style is too lit
I've checking on my fashion trynna showcase
Looking for my service nigga you know where to find me nigga
I don't do the bragging either everyday we cashing bigger
Creating scene like an actor We step clean ragga saga
Heavens calling my name cant explain how right I feel like
Caring for my brothers And I promise on my mama
We been through struggles there's no way we gonna fall ah ya
Forget about your ex
She's in past now you better worry less
Appetized good life in my flesh
Glued to this hustle all I know I don't believe in your common lies
You gon need extensions when a nigga collides
You gon need extensions
When I'm in my prime time
I don't do no hide seeks
Stepping on the front line
Mashing up the fun time
Chasing on the dime dime
You gon need extensions when a nigga collides
You gon need extensions
When I'm in my prime time
I don't do no hide seeks
Stepping on the front line
Mashing up the fun time
Chasing on the dime dime
My major plan is getting shit together at 34
I'm trynna raise my earnings trynna hit the jackpot
One minute silence say a prayer to the souls we lost
Fishing with a bait got unlucky now the bait is gone
Dashing like a Mario you don't see me uninvited
In my room and lonely throwing punches like Mike Tyson
Never looking bad on set that's cus I trust my stylist
Back in times they eat the meats and serving us with bones
Everything is possible my mind is made up
Thinking about my personal life really been through a lot
I've been hanging on to the boat like a sailor
Many problems spinning my head oh my saviour
I'm not comfy round the popo I hate the stations
It could be any one of you playing victims
Exhibits and narcotics inside my big jeans
Rolling up and make it rain like I'm the big chief
Saucing up the kitchen
Every single second we been mounting on some business
Every single lady in the city trynna eat me
Lifting up my body if they use me they gon dump me
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Writer(s): Abu Eliasu
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