Lyrics

Never fold under pressure, yeah I gotta keep rollin I keep a bible on my dresser, yeah I gotta be focused They tryna keep up with the jones but they ain't even close I don't gotta brag or boast, they be doing the most I could try to break it down but you wouldn't understand I just leave it in His hand, go according to plan I'm in that all black benz, never thought I would be I was down for the count now they clockin on me Why they hate? Why they fake? We all know that Why they tryna call me brother when they soul black? I ain't tryna link up wit you, you should know that No I ain't tryna link up wit you, you a throwback Hold it down like a rock, paid the cost Leave the past in a grave, let it rot Yeah I been tryna get my mind right, my grind tight I'm just waiting til the time right, I'm on ice I been thinking bout it all night, define life Why they asking if I'm alright? I'm all types
Writer(s): Kyle Every Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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