Lyrics

"There's nothing left for you here
I'm sorry, but time just doesn't stop because you fucking went away."
Being broke and being broken is not the same thing
I know a killer and another killer front paged him
I wash my face and clean my plates in the same sink
They love you when you're dead, that shit the strangest
Last of the real and we endangered, got it on me when I pray Salah
Bro ain't here to see me win and everyday it breaks my heart
Can say a lot of things but you can't say I don't play my part
Wasn't Pimp My Ride when they sprayed the car
Pree the exhibit, you see that one basket, don't put all your eggs in it
I was out there all week cause if we miss, we kept spinning
Hollows wiggle in your body, don't know where thats exiting
You know how it gets in it, listen I'll depict it
They tell me that I'm chosen, you think I woulda picked this
I whipped it then caught the train from platform 6
Like this really gotta work, I spent my last on this
I hope I live until I'm triple 0
I robbed the Russian link
And I gave the block all kinds of different smoke
The doctor that they send you won't be Clooney on Different Strokes
Striker like Rooney in his prime incase you didn't know
Still got trenchfoot and it aches too
He ain't stepping how I'm stepping, even in the same shoes
Ayo, we ain't have shit but we made do
I'm stepping out the gates like Haaland on his debut
I guess that means I'm tryna score
3 Minnie, 3 Marni, 3 Lenny and Dior
Penny for your thoughts when this copper hits your mind
Ain't nothing like a near death to make you feel alive
They shoulda never let me touch this bread
They stabbed-- I dropped 10 bags cash and said I want suttin--
Really gave my last till I had never left
Thoroughbred I had to stay bold like Lincoln Burrows head
Undercover feds on Great Hampton Road
Mindset enhance but his standard's low
Remember it was answer phone
Please leave a message when it beeps
Now the higher that I climb bro
The less that they can reach I wonder when they'll let me be
I wonder when they'll let me breathe
I gave the streets all I had, nothing left for me
Ain't nobody check for me
That's why I won't talk unless you got a cheque for me
I watch Paid In Full and think what if Mitch just left the league
[That **** can leave the league?]
There's a Rico in every story
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve no more, its lock in storage
They say when it rains it pours, that's all metaphoric
He had so much at stake, he got peppered for it
Look how long I been away
Grave diggers tell me that my bars illustrate
By cutting off its head, bro that's how you kill a snake
We had to wait a whole week while the Jury deliberate
Sad thoughts infiltrate stinger, it still stings me
10 pound a teeth, bro I slapped off a pinky
I got old money put down, its getting wrinkly
I need Drake money, tryna binge eat
Written by: Dave, Marnz Malone, mikeallure
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