Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah If God is good all the time then why do I not have money all the time? Why am I not here with a beautiful newbein´ queen all the time?
Why am I not in motherfuckin´ designer Gucci, Louis, Prada, all the motherfuckin´ time?
Been in a panic since I lost my daddy, searchin´ for some understandin´ Life is what you make it, shit I take for granted Harvestin´ all these blessings from all these seeds I planted I´m just livin´ life, takin´ time Hit the back roads, doin´ thirty-five Told her that I never felt so alive Feel like a old G, but I´m in my prime, woah Show me my opponent, ain´t no pressure, woah Tell me who the fuck is on my level, woah Took some time to realize what was special, woah Show you how to do it with no effort, woah
I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best, think that´ll be best
Uh, yeah, stuck in between crazy and genius In between lazy and bein´ amazed that I´m breathin´ ´Cause the years ??? work, to overly thinkin´
Before I knew how to swim I was thrown in the deep end So it´s no surprise that I can just look in your eyes and tell I´m not one that you can compete with Boy I´m cut from a cloth that´s thicker than carpet Can probably find your type of cloth in anyone´s closet I can use this butter knife to slice your garments Shit at least it´s clean, ´cause mine got stains from that Chip on my shoulder, you can be humble and still believe that you chose it That´s why when shawty left I couldn´t believe it was over Can´t believe she ain´t believe the deceits that I sold her
Fuck it though, I gotta swallow the pain and starve my ego, ´cause that´s miniscule Overall my family´s blessed, dawg, we livin´ full
I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best, think that´ll be best (So, look)
Like since a juvenile delinquent we was taught to pump wildin´ Fuck bitches, love commas, headin´ to the Trump Towers Lil´ Chris he was a tucker, wouldn´t dare the rush hours Money gettin´ rid of pain like Shaquille Sunflower All lips, slick talker, spit hoggin´, crip walkin´, blood bangin´ I was prideful, I was lyin´, I was anxious Twist fingers, that´s what niggas do to fit in At Cool Club you need recommendations to get in Auction for your life, how much you give to put your bid in? All my ghetto traits gone, I mostly get that from my father Look, I get my stubborn from my mother, she be doin´ the most
But I ain´t sweatin´ either side, ´cause it´s beauty in both You see the ghetto in me taught me how to hustle Play the scenic streets smart, slick talkin´, little hood and comedic Everything I say I mean, that´s my momma´s stubbornness That´s the reason I keep dreamin´, keep dreamin´, keep dreamin´, ayy So I can spark a blunt if I want to (Alright) And I pour up a cup if I want to (Alright) It´s her body, she can pull up if she want to (Alright) And I get in her guts like I want to (Alright) The hood, I´m only stuck if I want to (Alright) So I can change my luck if I want to (If I want to) You special, you can do anything you want to (Want)
We two special, we can do anything we want to
I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best I burn bridges I confess, gotta get it off my chest Hard liquor for the stress, still fuckin´ with my head I should probably say less, think that´ll be best, think that´ll be best
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