Ayo I'm frustrated, damn right man I'm not living this
F*ck this life I'd rather die for a dream I'm not giving in
Kill or be killed king of the hill my lyrics switch
I'll force it down your throat like politics and religion bitch
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
Lucid dreaming its vivid it's got me shaking up
If you ain't down for the ride dont f*cking wake me up
Now picture me out on the street, little tommy
Trying to figure out the world for his soul escapes from his body
Living in a town were gat packers be catching homi's
And if they dont die the drug ull turn them to zombies
Witnessing drive bys many people that die
I understand the logic when the profit got toxic with mad ties
I just multiply 5s smoke my zest and I'm fine
When you multiply them 9s you lose one at all times
Now let's talk to the ones that think I wont succeed
And dont see the vision I'm painting on pixelated screens
See for me it's all about the grind the gravity of time
And the emotion that's on my mind the way
That I have to rhyme the notion of what is mine
Can I switch it with the times will I fall or will I climb
Will I ever reach my prime or fall short of what's deep inside will
I ever make it to strides were radio plays my vibes and I blow up
And go get signed put on the shelf and get fined
As I stay steady with my lines, looking out for all those signs
Catch a 9 through my side 187 homicide
Feeling lighter as I float towards my peers in rhyme odb pac bigL
And biggie yeah I'm ready to die
Ima Tnr mafia activist slash rapping assassin back in the lab again passing blunts
As I'm smashing them
Why you tryna sing when you cant I'm like fine bro
But catch me on the weekend your girl be hitting that high notes
Lie low
I be knowing what I know, taking digits flipping linguistics on the side show
Why tho, I feel alive when I rhyme so I plan to make a living
While killing the haters die slow
Yo why the f*ck am I working this 40 hour week for?
No wonder my depression been up and down like a see saw
I see your hand and raise it by 3 dawg
Because I'd rather be free than be living someone else's dream whore
I feel like saying yo f*ck this job, and focus on the music but the Bill's take charge
Now my minds going crazy time to kill that noise
Smoke a fat zoot blast through to that void
And I'm still that boy, little tommy from the block
Trying learn life, making music give it all hes got, while the shots ring from the glock
Another crossed wire shots fired body dropped
When your living in hell then dreaming is all you've got
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English
Ayo I'm frustrated, damn right man I'm not living this
F*ck this life I'd rather die for a dream I'm not giving in
Kill or be killed king of the hill my lyrics switch
I'll force it down your throat like politics and religion bitch
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
Lucid dreaming its vivid it's got me shaking up
If you ain't down for the ride dont f*cking wake me up
Now picture me out on the street, little tommy
Trying to figure out the world for his soul escapes from his body
Living in a town were gat packers be catching homi's
And if they dont die the drug ull turn them to zombies
Witnessing drive bys many people that die
I understand the logic when the profit got toxic with mad ties
I just multiply 5s smoke my zest and I'm fine
When you multiply them 9s you lose one at all times
Now let's talk to the ones that think I wont succeed
And dont see the vision I'm painting on pixelated screens
See for me it's all about the grind the gravity of time
And the emotion that's on my mind the way
That I have to rhyme the notion of what is mine
Can I switch it with the times will I fall or will I climb
Will I ever reach my prime or fall short of what's deep inside will
I ever make it to strides were radio plays my vibes and I blow up
And go get signed put on the shelf and get fined
As I stay steady with my lines, looking out for all those signs
Catch a 9 through my side 187 homicide
Feeling lighter as I float towards my peers in rhyme odb pac bigL
And biggie yeah I'm ready to die
Ima Tnr mafia activist slash rapping assassin back in the lab again passing blunts
As I'm smashing them
Why you tryna sing when you cant I'm like fine bro
But catch me on the weekend your girl be hitting that high notes
Lie low
I be knowing what I know, taking digits flipping linguistics on the side show
Why tho, I feel alive when I rhyme so I plan to make a living
While killing the haters die slow
Yo why the f*ck am I working this 40 hour week for?
No wonder my depression been up and down like a see saw
I see your hand and raise it by 3 dawg
Because I'd rather be free than be living someone else's dream whore
I feel like saying yo f*ck this job, and focus on the music but the Bill's take charge
Now my minds going crazy time to kill that noise
Smoke a fat zoot blast through to that void
And I'm still that boy, little tommy from the block
Trying learn life, making music give it all hes got, while the shots ring from the glock
Another crossed wire shots fired body dropped
When your living in hell then dreaming is all you've got
F*ck this life I'd rather die for a dream I'm not giving in
Kill or be killed king of the hill my lyrics switch
I'll force it down your throat like politics and religion bitch
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
I'm frustrated, uh, I'm frustrated
Lucid dreaming its vivid it's got me shaking up
If you ain't down for the ride dont f*cking wake me up
Now picture me out on the street, little tommy
Trying to figure out the world for his soul escapes from his body
Living in a town were gat packers be catching homi's
And if they dont die the drug ull turn them to zombies
Witnessing drive bys many people that die
I understand the logic when the profit got toxic with mad ties
I just multiply 5s smoke my zest and I'm fine
When you multiply them 9s you lose one at all times
Now let's talk to the ones that think I wont succeed
And dont see the vision I'm painting on pixelated screens
See for me it's all about the grind the gravity of time
And the emotion that's on my mind the way
That I have to rhyme the notion of what is mine
Can I switch it with the times will I fall or will I climb
Will I ever reach my prime or fall short of what's deep inside will
I ever make it to strides were radio plays my vibes and I blow up
And go get signed put on the shelf and get fined
As I stay steady with my lines, looking out for all those signs
Catch a 9 through my side 187 homicide
Feeling lighter as I float towards my peers in rhyme odb pac bigL
And biggie yeah I'm ready to die
Ima Tnr mafia activist slash rapping assassin back in the lab again passing blunts
As I'm smashing them
Why you tryna sing when you cant I'm like fine bro
But catch me on the weekend your girl be hitting that high notes
Lie low
I be knowing what I know, taking digits flipping linguistics on the side show
Why tho, I feel alive when I rhyme so I plan to make a living
While killing the haters die slow
Yo why the f*ck am I working this 40 hour week for?
No wonder my depression been up and down like a see saw
I see your hand and raise it by 3 dawg
Because I'd rather be free than be living someone else's dream whore
I feel like saying yo f*ck this job, and focus on the music but the Bill's take charge
Now my minds going crazy time to kill that noise
Smoke a fat zoot blast through to that void
And I'm still that boy, little tommy from the block
Trying learn life, making music give it all hes got, while the shots ring from the glock
Another crossed wire shots fired body dropped
When your living in hell then dreaming is all you've got
Writer: Thomas Whalley
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