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I know some boys who kill for that Lizzy
We just tryna stay busy, rotatin' them pinkies
And my blessings go round, bruh, 'bout 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive
I wanna drown in the deep end
Bad mind, we don't need them
We celebrate on the weekend
Turnin' up on the weekend
My blessings go round, 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive
Yeah
It's been a long time come, but I'm blessed now
I spent a long time runnin', let me rest now
You told me I can't, but your words mean nothin', I'm the best now
I gave you a chance and a way to advance
But you never played your part, what a letdown
Now you got me lookin' to the sky like I need ya
Now I'm whizzin' through the other side like a seeker
Never had a day off or the time for a breather
Who the fuck said I was an underachiever?
I done this, I do this, whether drum stick or acoustic
I put my own funds into music
They load up the gun, then they shoot it
And if you don't run, then you're stupid
I know some boys who kill for that Lizzy
We just tryna stay busy, rotatin' them pinkies
And my blessings go round, bruh, 'bout 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive
I wanna drown in the deep end
Bad mind, we don't need them
We celebrate on the weekend
Turnin' up on the weekend
My blessings go round, 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive
Why you lookin' me up and down when
Nigga, this ain't a stripper show?
You're a waste, and that's as low as my knickers go
Fuck the bully, it's cool, I never run, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout the days I put my hair up in a bun
Back when shit was all fun, then I signed a deal
Back then we lost our house and the shit got real
I'm so numb to the pain, I can't fuckin' feel
I can barely feel
Ayo, so pardon me if you don't know what I'm about
No Leona, but I'm bleedin' out
Bitches be fake, everything you see around me ain't real
So please, bitch, weave it out
Believe me now
I'm talkin' 'bout the days we used to starve in South
You got food? Better feed the drought
'Cause them tugs come shootin' out
Screamin', "Fuck a drought," believe me now
I know some boys who kill for that Lizzy
We just tryna stay busy, rotatin' them pinkies
And my blessings go round, bruh, 'bout 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive
I wanna drown in the deep end
Bad mind, we don't need them
We celebrate on the weekend
Turnin' up on the weekend
My blessings go round, 365
Blowin' trees to the sky
They happy I made it, I'm happy I'm out here alive