LOA

Lyrics

One day everything will pay off just like it's s'pposed to How can I just settle for one if I got those two Jerry like Springer she be slurpin' like Caprisuns Come and tie the knot with King of Diamonds, make her Cantu Seen a Jenny on the block she said tryna come through, but niggas shootin' in the lot They fightin' over red & blues, or maybe karma hit 'em Ran off on the plug ain't pay his dues The people highest up can never see our point of view And the one's that get put on forget they lived beside you Hit the spotlight cause niggas work behind the scenes too Busted browns and hucklebee's, inexpensive luxuries Them Jordan's use to puzzle me like niggas growing money trees, shit I would cop if it was up to me, grandad started funding me now new Levi's my dungarees, aye Aye will they fuck with me now, or will they keep movin' like it's nothin' to see I'm startin' to see how them niggas knew just what was up with me Aye you gon' lose it when you fake it tryna make it now them words don't bruise they can place you in the states it's in You can't run the track if you forget to tie your laces Radio won't run it back if you ain't shittin' on your race, but I invented different raps so I could build a fuckin' case up Added hi-hats and turned the muh-fuckin' bass up I'm spittin' dreams of living comfortably, I call 'em premonitions Until my niggas free, I feel like we all in detention I took a break and came back, that's just an intermission Aye, two things priceless that's ambition and yo intuition New emergence to resurgence, swerving and Moving fervent Perfecting all my hooks like Julius Erving, Clyde Drexler, lyrical mind stretcher from N.C. to TriBeCa My niggas tryna find Mecca, pressed like tire pressure They pitching bullets like Lester Aye stay low cause niggas itching for stains In my dimension we don't mention the pain So you can't even fuckin' slip in the rain (I'm so tired of hearing 'bout the same thing) Aye stay low cause niggas itching for stains In my dimension we don't mention the pain So you can't even fuckin' slip in the rain I'm so tired of hearing 'bout the same thing Give me this, give me that That what you doin' text, where you at Why you trippin' if you not my main thing Give me some space, I really got a thing for movin' at the same pace I'm over comin' over tryna fix what's really over Barely talking when we sober like a toast should be in order 'Cause it's no days off when you laid off When people speakin' down on everything that you're made of We livin' in a world that's grown accustomed to fake love I know that God Got Us and the ones we don't speak of, yeah Momma she's been throwin' them prayers up, and I've been swervin' drinkin' sippin' out of the double cup I gotta double up