Can’t Stay Away

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo Reflection in my environment Where you gotta grind just to survive inside a lion's den All about your hustle, get your own, you can't rely on friends Only trust the hands you hold the iron in 24/7 I'm out for grands, that's the plans, you know my intent To rise higher, turn what I invent to a monument You've been warned: I'm on some shit Bombin' on you nondescript fuck niggas thinkin' you iller I'm Magic Johnson sick Polo parka, your baby mama will slob the dick 'Cause the way I carry on is slick I spit street corner consciousness, gettin' coins off the sniff Correspondin' with cons, keep copper in the cartridges Fuck a cop car, my narcotics still movin' on the strip Told myself a 9-to-5 job wasn't it Consequences for workin' that road, you better hold this shit I've been told, "slow your roll and go legit" Illegal life grabbed my mind, it took a hold of it Am I naive and stupid for thinking I could control this shit? While I no matter, my bros that's in the hole's sick Uncle Sam, you can blow the grip [Hook] Goin' hard for everything because I need that shit Drop a package, get it off, and then repeat that shit Go from a worker to a boss, I need to eat, that's it Know everyone that take a loss, it's how you keep that shit Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me [Verse 2] How can I be satisfied? I haven't done enough Out for presidents to represent, I need plugs and new customers Makin' profits when my moves double up Do what I gotta do, my nephew need shoes and the rent comin' up Shorty hold it down, that's a fact, she was around when I went broke Started from scratch, made triple back Official rap Had the work boomin' out the Bristol trap Chrome pistol, now the price 100 for the crystal cap Rome Streetz a 3 dice gambler, coke scrambler Dirty dough handler, flash fashion on camera In the land of the scammer and dealers, son, get your handle up What you know separate pro from amateur Got whatever, take a sampler, that's how I ran it up [?] grams of dust, potent California cannabis Henny drinker, deep thinker, always got a plan to bust Know you fall for anything if you don't stand for much [Hook] Goin' hard for everything because I need that shit Drop a package, get it off, and then repeat that shit Go from a worker to a boss, I need to eat, that's it Know everyone that take a loss, it's how you keep that shit Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me Addicted to the game, streets keep calling me