LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLion King On Ice
You're everything, you're everythingI got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lieI got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lieI got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lieI got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lieI got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lieI got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lieI got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lieI got a whole lot to proveUh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' inGoin' live but we not on the 'GramIt's the land of supply and demandAll my young niggas choppin' up gramsAnd them choppas, won't pry from they handsPackin' lead like they got a examIf it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckersThey got they eye on your mansI pray to God it'll jamToo many done died in these partsSo we gotta be smart if we tryna see AugustSome niggas won't make it past summer, regardlessI'm tryin' my hardest to stack my depositsThese niggas be lookin' at me like I got itDeep down inside, though, I still feel as brokeAs that nigga who just graduated from collegeScrapin' up change that got left in my pocketsI'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollarRidin' the train, way too shy to go hollerJust watched her get off at a stop, I'm a cowardFuck it, though, you got a way bigger targetI'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call itSound like a whole Lambo truck in my stomachBitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starvingGotta move momma from out them apartmentsGotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgottenGotta hit hoes, you hang up at your lockerGotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cottonGotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'Gotta stay me in the processNigga dissed me, it was nonsenseI sat 'em down like his fatherMy nigga asked: Why you bother?We shoulda caught him and mobbed himI said: We gotta move smarterDon't wan' be the reason for one more sad songI tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last longI hope that you see how they came and they wentThey shots never hit but they made their attemptsMay have a good year like their name on a blimpBut you know what it take to be poppin' this longDedication on another level niggas never seen in they lifeCelebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a priceYoung Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on iceNiggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advicePut the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find GodHalf the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us?But that's treacherous, that shows less of usI need y'all to see every part of me, every scar and every arteryEvery story that I can recall, then I can fallI got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lieI got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lieI got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lieI got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lieI got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lieI got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lieI got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lieI got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lieUh, lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was lowI got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever beforeI'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to beThey wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to meThoughts when I was broke: If only I could bePockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to meAt night, I hit my knees, I pray for better daysThen found the better me, I got my head on straightUp, up and awayJust ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin'Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down namesBut never gon' say nothin'Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin'I'm never gon' say nothin'Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to checkI'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destined
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