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Comin though ridin my own wave
I'm sorry I wasn't born to be a slave
I keep thinkin bout the memories we made
Way to much that I'm taking to the grave
Not a celebrity but my phone on DND
I can't tell you where I'm at I can't go out like PNB
No that's not a diss that's a RIP
I just move off what I see trynna do the best for me
I got who I need so why I feel alone
Got a roof over my head why it don't feel like a home
They ain't talk bout how they feelin now a couple niggas gone
So how I'm posed to not tell you what's really going on
Deep hole opened up Devil trynna put my soul in it
No I cannot give up on the fight until the war finish
Kept on workin hard shot a video with Cole Bennet
Grind won't stop till the whole damn team winning
Play the beat swervin in the car trying not to crash
Two hands on the wheel I got one thirty onna dash
Okay I said to much my bad my bad
They say I ain't have it hard enough to talk about my past
Comin though ridin my own wave
I'm sorry I wasn't born to be a slave
I keep thinkin bout the memories we made
Way to much that I'm taking to the grave
Not a celebrity but my phone on DND
I can't tell you where I'm at I can't go out like PNB
No that's not a diss that's a RIP
I just move off what I see trynna do the best for me
I done gave my heart up way to much now I'm out of love
Heard to many times when they tell me that I'm not enough
Spark another blunt in the clouds only place I trust
Mary Jane just the medicine for me she not a drug
I need medicine can you please help me
Calling up the plug taking what he sells me
Told em how I'm feelin but they never really felt me
Told me clean it up I ain't listen what they tell me
Dreaming way to big thinkin yacht with a jetski
Walking out the jeweler on my wrist Patek Phillipe
Baddie on my hip she my Queen don't be stressin me
Got a long way to go before I'm where I wanna be