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That’s why you gotta save your soul before they sell it for you
That’s why you gotta play your role before they spell it for you
That’s why you gotta steer your ship before they sail it for you
That’s why you gotta Tell your story fore they tell it for you
Cause you know they gon leave out when they was telling on you
Soon as you Start doing well then they start welling on you
Why people be so loud and wrong when they start yelling on you?
Why people say they word is bond then they start bailing on you?
Hope you see the signs and take the exit
Imma guarantee we eat
Imma make the breakfast?
I mean
You gotta be at least an 8 you wanna make the guest list
You could make excuses or make investments
Just toss them two cents in the wishing well
I’ll take her shopping I ain’t waiting on no Christmas sale
I ain’t kiss her I can’t kiss and tell
Uh
Courtside watching Ja Morant in Isabel
Feet on the floor it’s way better then a prison cell
When Heaven they got a calling on you they gon give you hell
So get ya weight up til you tip the scales
No surrender if you quit you fail
Problem is that
I done been through everything
It ain’t too much shit in these streets
That I ain’t never seen
I rolled the dice with life or death
It ain’t no in between
I made a name, I love my family
And I chased a dream
But still they pray on me like it’s some type of
Love that I ain’t show
I could sell whatever
But on God still, got the same soul
They pray I get finished or ended
But I just can’t fold
I can’t let these niggas take me
Out from what I came for
Roll one more for me
This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no
Yeah This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no
Yeah This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no
Me and macaroni
Entered holy matrimony
Skeeting in a stallion might have to pony acrimony
God blessed me so I blessed the homie
Huh
Just put baguettes in his Rollie
He a fresh parolee
My garage is Ghostbusters bitch the Ghost is Holy
Never scared I got killers for my closest homies
Got Rich Friends so the top ain’t lonely
I’m rated
Top 2 not the 2 I’m the one and only
And I ain’t unpack all summer
What you do?
You ain’t unzip a pack all summer
You ain’t pull up foreigns back to back all summer
Big bitch
You ain’t unbig ya back all summer
Just do your dips and crunches you ain’t gotta skip the lunches
I like all my guns in groups and I like all my bricks in bunches
You can’t box with God so I ain’t gotta slip the punches
You’ll know they’ll stab you in your back if you miss the hunches
I take my hoes to hotels I take your bitch to brunches
She eat me up say she got the munchies
Problem is that
I done been through everything
It ain’t too much shit in these streets
That I ain’t never seen
I rolled the dice with life or death
It ain’t no in between
I made a name, I love my family
And I chased a dream
But still they pray on me like it’s some type of
Love that I ain’t show
I could sell whatever
But on God still, got the same soul
They pray I get finished or ended
But I just can’t fold
I can’t let these niggas take me
Out from what I came for
Roll one more for me
This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no
Yeah This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no
Yeah This my round them nigga preyed
But I ain’t down no