Uh I feel blessed, had the bread stash I woke up feelin' saucy, blew the whole bag, uh Get your hood maxed Two kids, same baby momma, all black
You know me though, alcohol and God and all that shit that comes involved with it Takes time, man, you know what I mean I got some screws loose in this thing, you heard Everything takes its time but it's gon' be [?] the one though And that's just how it works
Slid through the many nights I never met many like I Said she like girls want mines Fuck on her friends, I might not Niggas stand clear when I drop Niggas gon' learn when I talk You see they move when I march God, credit, bless, love, the realest My thugs, my niggas, drugs and killers How you hate me with a smile, my nigga? You foul, my nigga You turned love into a cow, my nigga, ayy Pop, I did it, the block, I slid it You hatin', I figured, no sleep on my pillow You broke and a bum, the worst of the scum Was dappin' your son, he know how I won You see how I come, you see how I'm clutch The only of us, pfft, uh Slid through the many nights I never met many like I You mention Q, and they lie I know I'm great in they eyes The first Hoover that flyed, I (Suu)
I'ma put my fingers in the air for the lost times Just one and I put it in the air for the lost times I'ma throw this money everywhere for the lost times (Su, su, su) I'ma get to bustin' in the air for the lost times (Pop, pop, pop) (Su, su, su)
Slid through the many nights, uh Givin' you plenty life, uh Death and beauty all like I tried so many times, like how else I'ma climb the height? Uh Who knew I'd be dynamite, uh? You keepin' it shade (You keepin' it shade) I'm tryna shine all the light, uh Yeah, on the gang, look I learned the most when I get calls from my cell We all need help, but first we must believe in ourselves We all on wealth right (Right) but first we gotta learn how to fail We all seen Hell, right, so tell me it was better than Hell Oh, wait, uh, no matter what we livin' it up (We livin' it up) Life is what you make it and it, it still ain't enough (It still ain't—) Uh, yo, on God in Heaven, this how I rock though (Suu) The homies didn't believe me until I slid with you, right? (Right) My momma she didn't believe until I wrote pictures right, uh Got a call about some hate you still my dawg, nigga, right (Uh) But instead of extended your hand you want me to dig with you Like— (Aight)
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Compositores: Alan Daniel Maman, Jocelyn Donald, Matthew Day, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Yumi Arai