Billa the Rapostolic - Lonely Lyrics

1Hey/ ain't nothing new under the sun /bet I make my money and run / that's chasing funds /
In my own Lane
Never Will I switch to yours
I'm my own man knocking on my doors
why u in face /posing as my friend /I can see u plotting with that slick as grin /
Watch me play it cool /while I watch your ever move /snakes in different shapes / trying to f*ck my groove / elimination is what they facing /demonstration flip em like pencil and then erase em/
If keep on testimg patience then u end up as a patient and nigga that what ur ass get for hating
No MO nice guy
Fall up in the spot fly
Like a fly on the wall
Don't wanna put in no work
But u wanna ball
Call em ray Charles cause
Never see no bread
the thought of success/ got em scared
When u gon do ur job /contribute to the squad /
Negative energy /plus u claim to be a friend to me
See I can read ur spirit
Plus the eye never lies
U been plotting on me hating since 95
It take skill to be real in the words of pac
In a new city setting up shop on da block
Got a New connect and fresh colorado crop
Much respect to all of yall who don't call the cops
When we be building
Plotted on a billion
In the Pavillion rocking the crowd of millions
Some of my best plans get played out
Shake my enemies different route while I'm prepping for drought
I one nigga u should never really doubt watch ur mouth
And make sure u never have to find out
-Don't make me put u lames in timeout /
Give u lesson befor question what this grind really about /
I'm not from the south bitch I rep the Midwest
Where dem niggas super slick
And run a number on a Vic
And homie where from The police won't come better low dem funds / or we leave ur body num
It's a wonder how I made it out alive
Most of my guys


This life got me hungry
Ballin through life going the wrong way
This the game nobody showed me
So Ihad to get this money by my lonely




These streets be lonely
Most people be phoney mothers stress be lonely I got is my and my gun is homie

These streets be lonely
If these streets want u dead then or prob be ur homie
When out in the streets
Got to watch the police
And everything u gotta see
When they say they ur friend
They just chasing ur ends
Plus they hate to see u win
Tell me who can u trust
Keep a strap that's a must
And u can't be afraid to buss
Never put my trust in streets
It's the belly of the beast
It ain't gon stop until u sleep