Every day I'm waking up I'm feeling more depressed
Been really hard to smile lately looking like a mess
Thought I would progress soon as I took my only chance
Of moving out my mommas house, I'm not happy yet
I done put myself through hell with all of my regrets
I'm questioning the God up there like what else would come next
All the tears I'm shedding helped me calm down all the stress
I just gotta move till I get a paycheck! Uh
Ain't no stopping me now!
I'm bleeding all out, don't throw in no towel (hoe!)
Just look at me now, pushing through rounds, won't go down (no!)
All I got is me and I don't trust nobody else so
Watch me get up and go get it swerving suicide doors (skrrr!)
Becoming so lost
Don't even talk, Marcel gotta blow
Writing these songs, until imma drop, and o2 gets low
All I got is me and not depending on a fast hoe
Watch me get up and go get it my name you will one day know
You'll probably, remember me, with bushy brows and a fro
This type of nigga, done struggled with, his mother living on her own
This type of nigga, so used to killing almost every f*cking cockroach
This type of nigga, keeps chasing jobs, tryna run away, from broke
This type of nigga, done lived in ghettos, where all my silence, was prone
This type of nigga, had honor roll
Now all that shit, is gone
This type of nigga, was once in love, felt emptiness for so long
This type of nigga with a book of dreams hoping just to blow from a song
Tired always being underestimated (estimated)
Tired tryna prove I got potential greatness (tential greatness)
Tired feeling tired I cant f*cking stand it (f*cking stand it)
Tired holding back and now it's time to spray it (brrrrt)
Gimmie my check
To whoever is next
Watch out for your neck
Take a deep breath, nobody is safe
Coming for the rest
If you a threat, I'm a menace with the words I press
Out the barrel let it spiral right into a nigga's chest (Blaow!)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
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Every day I'm waking up I'm feeling more depressed
Been really hard to smile lately looking like a mess
Thought I would progress soon as I took my only chance
Of moving out my mommas house, I'm not happy yet
I done put myself through hell with all of my regrets
I'm questioning the God up there like what else would come next
All the tears I'm shedding helped me calm down all the stress
I just gotta move till I get a paycheck! Uh
Ain't no stopping me now!
I'm bleeding all out, don't throw in no towel (hoe!)
Just look at me now, pushing through rounds, won't go down (no!)
All I got is me and I don't trust nobody else so
Watch me get up and go get it swerving suicide doors (skrrr!)
Becoming so lost
Don't even talk, Marcel gotta blow
Writing these songs, until imma drop, and o2 gets low
All I got is me and not depending on a fast hoe
Watch me get up and go get it my name you will one day know
You'll probably, remember me, with bushy brows and a fro
This type of nigga, done struggled with, his mother living on her own
This type of nigga, so used to killing almost every f*cking cockroach
This type of nigga, keeps chasing jobs, tryna run away, from broke
This type of nigga, done lived in ghettos, where all my silence, was prone
This type of nigga, had honor roll
Now all that shit, is gone
This type of nigga, was once in love, felt emptiness for so long
This type of nigga with a book of dreams hoping just to blow from a song
Tired always being underestimated (estimated)
Tired tryna prove I got potential greatness (tential greatness)
Tired feeling tired I cant f*cking stand it (f*cking stand it)
Tired holding back and now it's time to spray it (brrrrt)
Gimmie my check
To whoever is next
Watch out for your neck
Take a deep breath, nobody is safe
Coming for the rest
If you a threat, I'm a menace with the words I press
Out the barrel let it spiral right into a nigga's chest (Blaow!)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Been really hard to smile lately looking like a mess
Thought I would progress soon as I took my only chance
Of moving out my mommas house, I'm not happy yet
I done put myself through hell with all of my regrets
I'm questioning the God up there like what else would come next
All the tears I'm shedding helped me calm down all the stress
I just gotta move till I get a paycheck! Uh
Ain't no stopping me now!
I'm bleeding all out, don't throw in no towel (hoe!)
Just look at me now, pushing through rounds, won't go down (no!)
All I got is me and I don't trust nobody else so
Watch me get up and go get it swerving suicide doors (skrrr!)
Becoming so lost
Don't even talk, Marcel gotta blow
Writing these songs, until imma drop, and o2 gets low
All I got is me and not depending on a fast hoe
Watch me get up and go get it my name you will one day know
You'll probably, remember me, with bushy brows and a fro
This type of nigga, done struggled with, his mother living on her own
This type of nigga, so used to killing almost every f*cking cockroach
This type of nigga, keeps chasing jobs, tryna run away, from broke
This type of nigga, done lived in ghettos, where all my silence, was prone
This type of nigga, had honor roll
Now all that shit, is gone
This type of nigga, was once in love, felt emptiness for so long
This type of nigga with a book of dreams hoping just to blow from a song
Tired always being underestimated (estimated)
Tired tryna prove I got potential greatness (tential greatness)
Tired feeling tired I cant f*cking stand it (f*cking stand it)
Tired holding back and now it's time to spray it (brrrrt)
Gimmie my check
To whoever is next
Watch out for your neck
Take a deep breath, nobody is safe
Coming for the rest
If you a threat, I'm a menace with the words I press
Out the barrel let it spiral right into a nigga's chest (Blaow!)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Oh god stop playin' (Oh god stop playin')
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Tell me I'll make it (Tell me I'll make it)
Writer: Marcel Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid