[Intro]
Hit-Boy
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, in the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (Hah)
Thinking, damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I did was write pain
But I’m still runnin' the streets, Londa hope one day I might change (Cap)
My road through the trenches wasn't the cleanest (Not at all)
I know I ain’t perfect, I lied and I cheated
I know some of the shit I was doin' was too egregious
Told my girl, "I apologize", this time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for and people I'm feedin' (Know how I move)
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after (Hah)
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after (Cap)
While all that was goin' on, I had a child after (Pssh)
So how the fuck I'm 'posed to be a proud rapper? (Hah)
Story of my life, shit got wild chapters (Talk to ’em, cap)
[Chorus: Novel]
I’m so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin’, no
Since the world we live in is so cold
Hit-Boy
[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Uh, in the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (Hah)
Thinking, damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I did was write pain
But I’m still runnin' the streets, Londa hope one day I might change (Cap)
My road through the trenches wasn't the cleanest (Not at all)
I know I ain’t perfect, I lied and I cheated
I know some of the shit I was doin' was too egregious
Told my girl, "I apologize", this time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for and people I'm feedin' (Know how I move)
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after (Hah)
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after (Cap)
While all that was goin' on, I had a child after (Pssh)
So how the fuck I'm 'posed to be a proud rapper? (Hah)
Story of my life, shit got wild chapters (Talk to ’em, cap)
[Chorus: Novel]
I’m so fried all day
On my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin’, no
Since the world we live in is so cold
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.