Lyrics

Ain't no pity for the weak You gon starve or you gon eat Gon get wrapped up If you out here thinking shit is sweet Slowly going crazy I ain't go to sleep in like a week Don't got nappy braids But people say that I resemble meek Cause I'm dream chasing Had to turn it up Now I'm speed racing Ever heard get rich or die trying? This the remaking Prestoo gon win by any means Ain't no debating When I do just keep that energy Nigga keep hating I don't want no fake smiles I don't want no fake love I just wanna be successful Make my people proud above So much going on I don't say too much cause imma thug When shit get too heavy I just go to granny for a hug Having mixed emotions I been mixing liquor with the drugs Shit expensive healing Sipping 42 feel like I'm dugg Ask me how I'm feeling Bet you I just look at you and shrug Really can't explain it It's just what it is and what it was Put my pain in these verses Painting pictures like Picasso These niggas just saying it I'm really not tho Fully focused All about my chicken like a roscoes I need it all For the times I went without bro I just wanna win Why they praying that I lose? Every second like a dolla Feel like sza I can't snooze Gotta run it up 1s 5s 10s 20s blues As long as I get paid Then I dont care I'm not a picky dude I got a dream nigga I swear to god imma live it Early mornings Late nights In the studio spittin My phone like the Bible Legendary stories that's written Plus they all authentic Never was the type tryna fit in Growing up my momma told me Baby nothing is given If you want it Gotta take it Keep ya eye on the vision Make a plan & execute it Never quit on the mission I thank my momma for my hustle, good looks and ambition You can't take the heat? Lil nigga get out the kitchen Better know the repercussions Before you make a decision Never do too much Or do too little Play your position And value everything in life If you don't then you trippin (I swear) Death the only thing that I fear Losing close friends make this life shit clear Gotta make it count ever second that you here Forever BossDon JuJu and Nasir (I fucking miss ya) Everybody got they hand out looking for help But wtf is you gon do for yourself? You niggas better stop tryna look rich And really get you some wealth Quit the cappin Shit ain't good for ya health I guess that buying drip and chasing pussy shit is cool But when you hungry pussy ain't gon feed you like no food Life a game of chess Structure up and make a move With all odds stacked against me take a guess what imma do nigga I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon Bout my dreams I'm going in Kicking doors and breaking in I'm gon do whatever Hope that god forgive my sins nigga I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win I'm gon win Im gon win
Writer(s): Philip Louis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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