I got emotions but my mind never getting weaker
The pain cut me quick I can feel it getting deeper
I look over my shoulder I can see the grim reaper
Now I just push my pain out threw your speakers
I been in these boots so long now I need sneakers
Never let em walk all over me boy you tweaking
They been tracking my life like I got on a beacon
I'm patching all my cuts yeah just to stop the leaking
If you never sit wit struggle never know where good at
That's why I am comfy no matter where the hood at
I does that you probably couldn't do that they like who that
Now i am getting cheers same places I was booed at
Couldn't squash the beef wit people I used to shoot at
Shoot at me I'll shoot back i am only stating facts
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping these packs
U know u hustle to much when ya dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Cant tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions withmarijuana and booze
I'm in the mirror with myself like you really gotta change
Holding on to pain I'll make you go insane
An being a loser isn't never what I'm gone claim
Write it in a song you wanna get it off your brain
Better take every trip cause might be your last plane
Cheaper for the diamond but more for the plain Jane
You stupid if you come back an do it the same
Shout out Al make me mask up feeling like bane
Left my heart down hurt numb like some Caine
Can't cry bout it now it's just part of the game
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping packs
U know u hustle to much when your dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Can tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions with marijuana and booze
Grimeyman aka dc - Real talkk Lyrics
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I got emotions but my mind never getting weaker
The pain cut me quick I can feel it getting deeper
I look over my shoulder I can see the grim reaper
Now I just push my pain out threw your speakers
I been in these boots so long now I need sneakers
Never let em walk all over me boy you tweaking
They been tracking my life like I got on a beacon
I'm patching all my cuts yeah just to stop the leaking
If you never sit wit struggle never know where good at
That's why I am comfy no matter where the hood at
I does that you probably couldn't do that they like who that
Now i am getting cheers same places I was booed at
Couldn't squash the beef wit people I used to shoot at
Shoot at me I'll shoot back i am only stating facts
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping these packs
U know u hustle to much when ya dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Cant tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions withmarijuana and booze
I'm in the mirror with myself like you really gotta change
Holding on to pain I'll make you go insane
An being a loser isn't never what I'm gone claim
Write it in a song you wanna get it off your brain
Better take every trip cause might be your last plane
Cheaper for the diamond but more for the plain Jane
You stupid if you come back an do it the same
Shout out Al make me mask up feeling like bane
Left my heart down hurt numb like some Caine
Can't cry bout it now it's just part of the game
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping packs
U know u hustle to much when your dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Can tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions with marijuana and booze
The pain cut me quick I can feel it getting deeper
I look over my shoulder I can see the grim reaper
Now I just push my pain out threw your speakers
I been in these boots so long now I need sneakers
Never let em walk all over me boy you tweaking
They been tracking my life like I got on a beacon
I'm patching all my cuts yeah just to stop the leaking
If you never sit wit struggle never know where good at
That's why I am comfy no matter where the hood at
I does that you probably couldn't do that they like who that
Now i am getting cheers same places I was booed at
Couldn't squash the beef wit people I used to shoot at
Shoot at me I'll shoot back i am only stating facts
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping these packs
U know u hustle to much when ya dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Cant tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions withmarijuana and booze
I'm in the mirror with myself like you really gotta change
Holding on to pain I'll make you go insane
An being a loser isn't never what I'm gone claim
Write it in a song you wanna get it off your brain
Better take every trip cause might be your last plane
Cheaper for the diamond but more for the plain Jane
You stupid if you come back an do it the same
Shout out Al make me mask up feeling like bane
Left my heart down hurt numb like some Caine
Can't cry bout it now it's just part of the game
I need to get rich I'm tired of flipping packs
U know u hustle to much when your dinner is snacks
Wake up everyday like again this shit is wack
U can move all you want you never make it off the map
Why the devil always gotta make you choose
Can tell you to your face gotta look for the clues
Then it's too late and god slams his hand on your snooze
And you mask your emotions with marijuana and booze
Writer: Daniel Maniscalco
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid