We Keep Getting less of The Good Times
More of The sad Times
Damaged from The Inside
But we smile on the Outside
Uh Told em please Count Me In.. In conversations about the bag
Everybody Turned they Back But still come ask me why I'm Mad
Uh know its still a Long way
But To Think Um Giving Up.. Man No Way!
Uh just Gotta push, some More
Will Uh make It, don Know
Recording from a staple so The Kick Is spot on
These People Never Loved Me, they Was Acting Off the Gass
Say as Rappеrs we the same, but I was thinking "not a Chancе"
Uh just stay tapped in
If it's not the mixing
Then Ma vocals Synced in
Voice is sweet as 16 yeah
Count the Stars With Blunts, this Couch I'm In is Always good for My Relax-in
No Tattoos yet on Ma Body, used To Have One I Removed it
There's Was nothing bad aBout It, it was the Birthday of my Daughter
Uh just Hate The way they Did It, it was basic nothing special
See I'm Quick with ma reaction
For all ma People, uh just pop shit
After Freezing Still while Snique was In It Throwing hands, Uh Lost It
Less Than 5 Years
All they See Is Ma Ass
Uh just dashed Right passed Them, with Skill, The Voice And Execution
I can Lead The way Out To The River
But I could never bring it to You
Everybody Must pull they Weight
Don't Nobody Wanna Add No Weight
Uh Don't want No Friends I'm Straight
In the Streets You Live Just How You Can
Ain't a lot of Choices here
We Keep Getting less of The Good Times
More of The sad Times
Damaged from The Inside
But we smile on the Outside
Uh Told em please Count Me In.. In conversations about the bag
Everybody Turned they Back But still come ask me why I'm Mad
Uh know its still a Long way
But To Think Um Giving Up.. Man No Way!
Uh just Gotta push, some More
Will Uh make It, don Know
Recording from a staple so The Kick Is spot on
These People Never Loved Me, they Was Acting Off the Gass
Say as Rappers we the same, but was thinking "not a Chance"
Uh just stay tapped in
If it's not the mixing
Then Ma vocals Synced in
Voice is sweet as 16 yeah
Can't Conform into no Standards
Most of Them Are Kids
They still live off of their Folks They ain't even seen no real life Problems
What They know about Moving House To house, while Trinna Feed These Mouths
Blacklist Looming, can't Keep Paying When You Starving, That's a Trap..
With The Sound There's no comparison
I broke off Like I was Ivison
Uh Was Born With Killer Instincts I'm a Leader uh can't follow
And some of them don't Get ma Music
Say I Mumble Like um Rylo
I was just Born on the Wrong side of the Ocean
Like Trevor Noah
They Like "Who's Flow Is That?
Where you Heard It At?
Know He stole It"
Yeah They Saying That
With they Hating ass
Hit Your Big Homie First
I mean what else can They Say...
Passed they expectations
Just Trinna Find My Balance then I take Off like a Rocket
We Keep Getting less of The Good Times
More of The sad Times
Damaged from The Inside
But we smile on the Outside
Uh Told em please Count Me In.. In conversations about the bag
Everybody Turned they Back But still come ask me why I'm Mad
Uh know its still a Long way
But To Think Um Giving Up.. Man No Way!
Uh just Gotta push, some More
Will Uh make It, don Know
Recording from a staple so The Kick Is spot on
These People Never Loved Me, they Was Acting Off the Gass
Say as Rappers we the same, but was thinking "not a Chance"
Uh just stay tapped in
If it's not the mixing
Then Ma vocals Synced in
Voice is sweet as 16 yeah
