[Intro]
Fight, fights
Trouble, trouble in the streets
Fight, fights
[Verse 1]
Why I got ‘em stressing?
Mama showed me, walk the earth and still blessing
Why I walk on any turf and get respect
You the type to be coughing up your necklace
Scrambled thoughts that I struggle to collect
Never knew until you told me I was precious
Long travel give me time to reflect
Talking to my genie ‘bout a death wish
Got comfy with feeling the neglect
See nothing when I look into your message
Bump me until I run into the check
The first thing I’ma spend it on is essence
I could hardly finish up my sentence
It’s hard moving forward with regret
Papa told me keep an eye on who you let in
Don’t be riding with some Gs you gotta question
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, can’t hold me back
You can’t hold me back
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