Ugh, yeah
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Stay the same, don't go away, don't act up
Hold your weight, don't be afraid to strap up
A cold world and broken hearts play catch up
Like step up, swear to god you get your neck bust
A head rush, I dead what, rather have your family playing dress up
Triple four mafia only way you should address us
Bread up, stress up, my father tell me keep my head up
Imagine where I'd be if I had let up
The smoke will never set up, they gon' have to dead us
I palm the grip and remain calm cause we might have to wet em'
I see they want what we become but we could never let em'
The beef will never settle, the smoke will never let up
Man it's hard to be alone, I'm hardly on my phone
It's harder looking back when I'm on track cause I can't go
I'm tryna stack them racks until them racks just couldn't fold
And when I do, sit in my room and count them bands alone
I'm on my own again, I'm going in
Grew up once, can't grow again
My childhood had a quick stop when I took the percs to the dome and shit
Not a flex but I own the shit
F*ck it though cause I'm over it
I don't raise the bar, I just throw the shit
Hit the hoe then dispose the bitch
Like E.T. bitch go home and shit, CD's skip when I blow this bitch
See me switch, I don't know the bitch, meet my clip, give your soul a lift
Me and my click got a bone to pick
Whatever I say, they go with it, man I don't need shit, I'm the goat with this
I heard three four slid like poker chips
I just be in my crib seeing ghost and shit, hear the voices, I go with it
That's suicidal high dosages, either way I can't cope with it
Brand new stick, got a scope with it and a little red dot where the bullet hits
Right by the hip, where the holster is, this a personal blick you not holding it like
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks (ugh)
Now I'm walking on my own again, don't know what you are
I don't even know you no more, you are not my friend
Now I'm walking on my own again, the truth just seems so far
But I don't need more recipes just to make a broken heart
You left me on my own again and I wonder where you are
And I wish you well, just to give me hell, I can't ever shake my scars
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English
Ugh, yeah
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Stay the same, don't go away, don't act up
Hold your weight, don't be afraid to strap up
A cold world and broken hearts play catch up
Like step up, swear to god you get your neck bust
A head rush, I dead what, rather have your family playing dress up
Triple four mafia only way you should address us
Bread up, stress up, my father tell me keep my head up
Imagine where I'd be if I had let up
The smoke will never set up, they gon' have to dead us
I palm the grip and remain calm cause we might have to wet em'
I see they want what we become but we could never let em'
The beef will never settle, the smoke will never let up
Man it's hard to be alone, I'm hardly on my phone
It's harder looking back when I'm on track cause I can't go
I'm tryna stack them racks until them racks just couldn't fold
And when I do, sit in my room and count them bands alone
I'm on my own again, I'm going in
Grew up once, can't grow again
My childhood had a quick stop when I took the percs to the dome and shit
Not a flex but I own the shit
F*ck it though cause I'm over it
I don't raise the bar, I just throw the shit
Hit the hoe then dispose the bitch
Like E.T. bitch go home and shit, CD's skip when I blow this bitch
See me switch, I don't know the bitch, meet my clip, give your soul a lift
Me and my click got a bone to pick
Whatever I say, they go with it, man I don't need shit, I'm the goat with this
I heard three four slid like poker chips
I just be in my crib seeing ghost and shit, hear the voices, I go with it
That's suicidal high dosages, either way I can't cope with it
Brand new stick, got a scope with it and a little red dot where the bullet hits
Right by the hip, where the holster is, this a personal blick you not holding it like
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks (ugh)
Now I'm walking on my own again, don't know what you are
I don't even know you no more, you are not my friend
Now I'm walking on my own again, the truth just seems so far
But I don't need more recipes just to make a broken heart
You left me on my own again and I wonder where you are
And I wish you well, just to give me hell, I can't ever shake my scars
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Stay the same, don't go away, don't act up
Hold your weight, don't be afraid to strap up
A cold world and broken hearts play catch up
Like step up, swear to god you get your neck bust
A head rush, I dead what, rather have your family playing dress up
Triple four mafia only way you should address us
Bread up, stress up, my father tell me keep my head up
Imagine where I'd be if I had let up
The smoke will never set up, they gon' have to dead us
I palm the grip and remain calm cause we might have to wet em'
I see they want what we become but we could never let em'
The beef will never settle, the smoke will never let up
Man it's hard to be alone, I'm hardly on my phone
It's harder looking back when I'm on track cause I can't go
I'm tryna stack them racks until them racks just couldn't fold
And when I do, sit in my room and count them bands alone
I'm on my own again, I'm going in
Grew up once, can't grow again
My childhood had a quick stop when I took the percs to the dome and shit
Not a flex but I own the shit
F*ck it though cause I'm over it
I don't raise the bar, I just throw the shit
Hit the hoe then dispose the bitch
Like E.T. bitch go home and shit, CD's skip when I blow this bitch
See me switch, I don't know the bitch, meet my clip, give your soul a lift
Me and my click got a bone to pick
Whatever I say, they go with it, man I don't need shit, I'm the goat with this
I heard three four slid like poker chips
I just be in my crib seeing ghost and shit, hear the voices, I go with it
That's suicidal high dosages, either way I can't cope with it
Brand new stick, got a scope with it and a little red dot where the bullet hits
Right by the hip, where the holster is, this a personal blick you not holding it like
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks
Everyday is the same as the last one
The pain change, I maintain, my racks up
If pains stays, I'll vacate, I'm packed up
My lane change, hold more weight than mac trucks (ugh)
Now I'm walking on my own again, don't know what you are
I don't even know you no more, you are not my friend
Now I'm walking on my own again, the truth just seems so far
But I don't need more recipes just to make a broken heart
You left me on my own again and I wonder where you are
And I wish you well, just to give me hell, I can't ever shake my scars
Writer: Lorenzo Arricale
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid