Story Time

You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward
How much you can take and keep moving forward

That's how winning is done
Even though I live my life on the road
Doesn't mean I don't have time for you
Plenty of child almost came close

But none of them compared to you
So let's live our life, hold on one life
Promise if I could, I'd do it twice
What you say

Put them on pause, press play
Hold on, I got more to say
Felt the walls are caving in
I'm tryna run around, I'm tryna sip on medicine

Said fuck a ghost glock, know I'm tryna get a different gen
Yeah, I lost three in two years, y'all really don't know the feeling, man
I'm tryna stack the spread up, tryna get a fucking scat
You tryna talk to me, but you know what you did to me

Now I ain't tryna chat, an you finna really see
I'm finna make this money, pop up with a amiri jeans
I'm in the studio for hours, facing Russian cream
Been spinnin for some hours, really missing on JT

The pain up in my eyes, it's really getting hard to see
Like Zack and Marko, JT, why the fuck you had to leave
I see you on my chain every day, that shit is killing me
And bitches lying on my name, they ain't got no sympathy

Said pop the pill and do the drill, but I don't think it's curing me
Ain't no cap up in my rap, I really have some risk in me
You feel the thrill, I said nah, I got no fear in me
I said we MGF, I said we MGF

I'm tryna put a name up on the map, and I smoke up in the trap
I'm chilling, wit lucky, pop up with a 23
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Writer(s): Maison Hartshorn
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