This belong to me
All the low highs
Most of everyone who rode before a ghost now
Where eyem from you either dead or tucking pistols to your chest
Praying Hell ain't over there if you get touched now
It's a bussdown
It's a cutlass with the Ts blown and gut out
It's that middle of the day when getting sucked down
It's all good til the lights red and blue and you clutching on some last leg of luck now
It's a G thang
Low profile hands on reclaim- Everything
SOUFSIDE as my propane
Smoking college park cookies feeling like eye blowed the whole thang
Eye re-frained from me-change lanes
Pick the pieces uh-brupt, and re- checked my aim
Politicd with brims and crips and kept it G
When niggas showed they side and started acting lame
Ain't no slacking in me
Lost so many that eye know eyem well protected
Traumatized my suns 3 times, you see
Eye was shot before my oldest born, robbed in front my 7 yr old
Then was told eye had a mass on top of my kidney
But they dont care about your climb and all the pain
It put you thru to get you living like your grind showed
They just want to pave a way without a shovel
Throwing salt upon your name like itll change the fact your grind cold
So IF we was for the other shit the politics would dic-tate
That we-hate
Eachother to the point that eye would ride without a de-bate
To de-face and erase
Your existence from ever being present we dont need weight
That de-flate
We solid
Eyem rolling like my life line on mollys
Promithozine slow sipping good lean with jollys
Looking at the world like they cant build shit to stop me
So the only one can block and make me lose by being cocky
Is talking
You copy
This worth more than
Gaining o me
If eye have a purpose
Is all of this worth it
Eyem starting to blame it on me
If eye cant be searching
And show that eyem worth it
Then eye dont deserve anything
We hurting for something to make sense
Even if it dont earn us a thing
As long eye stay true eyem worth it
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This belong to me
All the low highs
Most of everyone who rode before a ghost now
Where eyem from you either dead or tucking pistols to your chest
Praying Hell ain't over there if you get touched now
It's a bussdown
It's a cutlass with the Ts blown and gut out
It's that middle of the day when getting sucked down
It's all good til the lights red and blue and you clutching on some last leg of luck now
It's a G thang
Low profile hands on reclaim- Everything
SOUFSIDE as my propane
Smoking college park cookies feeling like eye blowed the whole thang
Eye re-frained from me-change lanes
Pick the pieces uh-brupt, and re- checked my aim
Politicd with brims and crips and kept it G
When niggas showed they side and started acting lame
Ain't no slacking in me
Lost so many that eye know eyem well protected
Traumatized my suns 3 times, you see
Eye was shot before my oldest born, robbed in front my 7 yr old
Then was told eye had a mass on top of my kidney
But they dont care about your climb and all the pain
It put you thru to get you living like your grind showed
They just want to pave a way without a shovel
Throwing salt upon your name like itll change the fact your grind cold
So IF we was for the other shit the politics would dic-tate
That we-hate
Eachother to the point that eye would ride without a de-bate
To de-face and erase
Your existence from ever being present we dont need weight
That de-flate
We solid
Eyem rolling like my life line on mollys
Promithozine slow sipping good lean with jollys
Looking at the world like they cant build shit to stop me
So the only one can block and make me lose by being cocky
Is talking
You copy
This worth more than
Gaining o me
If eye have a purpose
Is all of this worth it
Eyem starting to blame it on me
If eye cant be searching
And show that eyem worth it
Then eye dont deserve anything
We hurting for something to make sense
Even if it dont earn us a thing
As long eye stay true eyem worth it
All the low highs
Most of everyone who rode before a ghost now
Where eyem from you either dead or tucking pistols to your chest
Praying Hell ain't over there if you get touched now
It's a bussdown
It's a cutlass with the Ts blown and gut out
It's that middle of the day when getting sucked down
It's all good til the lights red and blue and you clutching on some last leg of luck now
It's a G thang
Low profile hands on reclaim- Everything
SOUFSIDE as my propane
Smoking college park cookies feeling like eye blowed the whole thang
Eye re-frained from me-change lanes
Pick the pieces uh-brupt, and re- checked my aim
Politicd with brims and crips and kept it G
When niggas showed they side and started acting lame
Ain't no slacking in me
Lost so many that eye know eyem well protected
Traumatized my suns 3 times, you see
Eye was shot before my oldest born, robbed in front my 7 yr old
Then was told eye had a mass on top of my kidney
But they dont care about your climb and all the pain
It put you thru to get you living like your grind showed
They just want to pave a way without a shovel
Throwing salt upon your name like itll change the fact your grind cold
So IF we was for the other shit the politics would dic-tate
That we-hate
Eachother to the point that eye would ride without a de-bate
To de-face and erase
Your existence from ever being present we dont need weight
That de-flate
We solid
Eyem rolling like my life line on mollys
Promithozine slow sipping good lean with jollys
Looking at the world like they cant build shit to stop me
So the only one can block and make me lose by being cocky
Is talking
You copy
This worth more than
Gaining o me
If eye have a purpose
Is all of this worth it
Eyem starting to blame it on me
If eye cant be searching
And show that eyem worth it
Then eye dont deserve anything
We hurting for something to make sense
Even if it dont earn us a thing
As long eye stay true eyem worth it
Writer: Justin Andrews
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