Every nigga that's trippin' around me serve as reminder that I gotta watch my step, I keep it quiet as kept Spent most of my life depressed, only thing on my mind was death Didn't know if my time was next (yea, next) Tryna refine this shit, I redefined myself First I had to find this shit I couldn't find a friend, had to rely on my wits I be with Mike and Med Nowadays I be with Sage and with Six-press, ya digg? I'm in L. A. with Glen, please call me play kit I cannot play with them Let's try a different approach out I celebrate with a toast Brodie you know if you with me we homebound I need a city to hold down, you niggas gave me a coast You went and gave me a cake But that never gave me no hope, nope I found a new way to cope, it ain't no slave in my soul But I keep the memories close by, even when I hit a low I still give thanks to the most high, I can't do favors no more If you lame and you broke, and you waiting for cosign I take a plane to go, bet I could break a row Noose on my chain is gold Tell me how you been faking the whole time? That's how surveillance go, these niggas be playing for both sides This shit could take a toll, and it ain't a Whoa, there ain't a (whoa, shit) There ain't a place to
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Thebe Kgositsile (Earl Sweatshirt) (PREMIER)Publicado em 2018 (14/Ago) e lançado em 1918 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado fonograma #21746214 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM