[Verse 1]
Take it back guess theres certain shit you cannot
I thought some people had my back but they ran off
Hope you get the message that I'm sending across
Thought i knew where I was heading but I ended up lost
In the maze of the rap game its kinda like the crack game
Backstage chilling and somebody seen a strap, man
Why me why they worry what the Kers do
My rapping help so much that if I ever stop it hurts you
You won't admit that, you'll get you own chin tat
Saying that you'll shoot but didn't know the shotty kicks back
My phones tapped hope they listening close
Cos if I'm ever planning shit I won't admit it on phones
I never answer private numbers till my boys do the stretch
Keep my money on the books cos I am loyal to death
Still made it in the country had no radio yet
But I'll probably be the reason for the radio's death
Deadset
[Hook]
I don't wanna be the one
To break down and fall I'm reaching up
But I work so hard put life in rap
That equals cash and jealousy and knives in backs
And I just don't know if raps the same
Filled with fake gronks I never wanna rap again
I tried to say this shit yeah I did my best
No matter what real raps living in my flesh
Take it back guess theres certain shit you cannot
I thought some people had my back but they ran off
Hope you get the message that I'm sending across
Thought i knew where I was heading but I ended up lost
In the maze of the rap game its kinda like the crack game
Backstage chilling and somebody seen a strap, man
Why me why they worry what the Kers do
My rapping help so much that if I ever stop it hurts you
You won't admit that, you'll get you own chin tat
Saying that you'll shoot but didn't know the shotty kicks back
My phones tapped hope they listening close
Cos if I'm ever planning shit I won't admit it on phones
I never answer private numbers till my boys do the stretch
Keep my money on the books cos I am loyal to death
Still made it in the country had no radio yet
But I'll probably be the reason for the radio's death
Deadset
[Hook]
I don't wanna be the one
To break down and fall I'm reaching up
But I work so hard put life in rap
That equals cash and jealousy and knives in backs
And I just don't know if raps the same
Filled with fake gronks I never wanna rap again
I tried to say this shit yeah I did my best
No matter what real raps living in my flesh
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