Sprinting (Deluxe Version)

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Uh Hmm [Verse 1] I don't wanna write this down I wanna tell you how I feel right now Man, woman and child The whole objective Is to whore you out Exploit your emotions Traffic your body Misuse your passion Pimp your purpose Use and abuse ya Use and abuse, yeah Mhmm, mhmm But let them know your soul is not for sale Soul is not for sale And all that glitters can't be pawned they just show and shine it well, ha Facts Uh Sprinting through life again Pinned where the sinners sin Down with the devil, I guess the signature finished him Down Franklin Ave with a shortage of Benjamins Bloods and the Crips and 'em Pushers and pimps and them Zoeing the simpletons Ended up stealing from you, you ended up in the pen When I was innocent I pictured my penmanship bringing financial benefit Now I get the distribution chicken and sprint through it Sprint when I hit a lick Spend it on getting lit Spent it on shawty because I'm sprinting to hit it quick Simping knowing shortly that she'll sprint to another dick Sprinting for love again "Sprinting for what, again?" You found you one freakier and ended up cuffing it You searching for connection, true love and a covenant Now your name spreading through the mouths of the pub-i-lic Sprint into your feelings subtweetin on sucker shit (Mannn) I know they lovin' it Sprintin' for a sip of tea and judgin' it Nigga really s'posed to be in Sprinters Flying overseas hustling You sow your seeds now you stuck with it Sprint to court rooms for custody Child support payments and publishin' Sprint to another hit Sprint to them endorphins that'll make you feel loved again Sprinting to love again Sprinting for what again? Sprinting (Slow down, slow down, slow down black man) (Slow down black queen) (Ooh) Shit That's all, that's all (That's all) That's all, black matters to me That's all, black matters to me That's all, black matters to me That's all, black matters to me That's all, black matters to me That's all, black matters to me That's all That's all (black matters to me) [Verse 2] Uh Sick of sprinting, I'm growing tired Drifting on this trip I hit the lows so I know the highs I remember seeing "Seven Pounds" in the summertime Teased you in the theatre, in the end, you broke down and cried Referenced my song in a note before suicide I think STEEZ leaving's something that you inspired. Or us Sending notes to their loves before one's demise I'm sorry I ran out of all my time to make dreams real Tired of my passion not paying bills The promotional shows I came out of pockets for tryna make a bill Traveling just to get some motion and staying still Tired of sprinting in place Tired of auto-pays hitting my Sprint to my Chase Apple subscriptions I'm tired of this shit rap shit not clicking Showing true emotions just to see the actress in bitches I checked her texts, it didn't match her description It's temporary love My past peers practice social distance And we don't got no recent photos When I'm gone, don't post our pictures I ain't really cool with who I went to school with No tribe, no sorority, no clique or squadron Just sadness and this liquor to desensitize it Tired of this lighter dying Maybe if I were higher I would sit in silence