light a blunt and see visions while i'm recordin'
long nights and early mornings
some of them was still snorin'
had the black and silver 9's but couldn't afford jordans
down here some sinnin' happen
the result of that was sendin' matics
mobbin' to that old dedication
however many the truck fit deep
you die in your dreams you die for real so the pills kill the sleep
and couldn't tell my brother shit when his mom died
swore i had all the answers 'til that night
he said they gotta fix it--they'll bring her back
wonder what you got to lose to win and at what cost
tell me what you see then
there's gotta be somethin' that you believe in
i hate to but it's made me strong
i'm just tryin' to make it all
how to be a man and succeed
optimistic 'bout life with pessimistic dreams
i stand out--why would i work hard to fit in between?
why would i kill your rook when i could kill your queen?
fuck a ring with a different team
see i'd lose with them before i win with y'all
i'd die 'fore my nigga fall
anticipatin' the worst that could possibly come from sinnin'
i know what we doin' wrong
but chillin' seem wrong when you winnin'
telly stravie's with my bitches from out long island
sound like a plug to me so i got to know her
wonder if the buzz got 'em chirpin'
or the swag got him twerkin' or the pills got him workin'
or the hate got him lurkin' or maybe i am perfect
prayin' i don't amy winehouse
prayin' i don't amy winehouse
tell me what you see then
there's gotta be somethin' that you believe in
i hate to but it's made me strong
i'm just tryin' to make it all
i could take you through my troubles
xannies or mollys be like red pill or blue pill
can't see shit until you look close
long nights up equals long day sleep
i ain't full if they ain't eat
i'd die just thinkin' of my downfall
them square niggas rule 1
just waitin' on that check
please somebody call the waiter
just blew another quarter
bitches think i'm changin'
just copped another nickel
if i had a penny for every dime bag
i could cop a whole dime bag
if i had a penny for every dime bag i'd cop a whole dime bag
tell me what you see then
there's gotta be somethin' that you believe in
i hate to but it's made me strong
i'm just tryin' to make it all