Everything about this life i live It’s a process You gon have to learn how to give more and say less I’ve been trying to make this right But I keep falling I know one day all things will be alright, God I’m calling
I don’t answer they still call They still wondering what they doing wrong I’m still tryna pick myself up so I can run the marathon I’m still rocking with the cobras who were coiled up on the lawn I’m still driving far up north then I’m driving back to Vaughn Ain’t no cybertron But I’m still off of those transformers Push just came to shove because they put him in a corner It’s always way more dangerous when the weather getting warmer They still happy killing the streets gave them brain disorders We still going far I still remember when we starved I wish that I could see them I’m wishing on a shooting star I’m still looking in the mirror and wondering who we are He still wanna stand over them ready to run right out the car All my hitters throwed But we ain’t playing with our nose They in the trap with the windows open standing over stoves They still in the trap with masks on tryna turn the dust to stones They made mistakes and made some moves I said I don’t condone Yes we gotta eat Where would we be without the streets Quarterbacking plays and I’m still locked in with OGs They still tryna catch a murder they keep listening to Lil Kee Still got some pending cases but I ain’t copping pleas G lock with the Glow I’m with sum cons but they’re still pros If my hitter cut his dreads you probably in a box with a red rose I remember burning bridges filling fridges kicking doors It ain’t a hard decision to put their faces on the floor
Everything about this life i live
It’s a process
You gon have to learn how to give more and say less
I’ve been trying to make this right
But I keep falling
I know one day all things will be alright, God I’m calling
Tryna Change For The Better/ drugs don't make it no better/we all straggling tryna change our situation /
I don’t answer they still call
They still wondering what they doing wrong
I’m still tryna pick myself up so I can run the marathon
I’m still rocking with the cobras who were coiled up on the lawn
I’m still driving far up north then I’m driving back to Vaughn
Ain’t no cybertron
But I’m still off of those transformers
Push just came to shove because they put him in a corner
It’s always way more dangerous when the weather getting warmer
They still happy killing the streets gave them brain disorders
We still going far
I still remember when we starved
I wish that I could see them I’m wishing on a shooting star
I’m still looking in the mirror and wondering who we are
He still wanna stand over them ready to run right out the car
All my hitters throwed
But we ain’t playing with our nose
They in the trap with the windows open standing over stoves
They still in the trap with masks on tryna turn the dust to stones
They made mistakes and made some moves I said I don’t condone
Yes we gotta eat
Where would we be without the streets
Quarterbacking plays and I’m still locked in with OGs
They still tryna catch a murder they keep listening to Lil Kee
Still got some pending cases but I ain’t copping pleas
G lock with the Glow
I’m with sum cons but they’re still pros
If my hitter cut his dreads you probably in a box with a red rose
I remember burning bridges filling fridges kicking doors
It ain’t a hard decision to put their faces on the floor
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