Hot winters, cold summers
Been praying heavy for more blessings, they run from us
Seen the path paved by cousin nem and mamas too
Tryna break the cycle of baby mamas and gang recruits
Building with the butterfly shining, you know I'm grinding for it
Mariposa venue and block busters, my minds a fortune
Seen the way that city did Nipsey, the culture ain't recovered
Need to get a passport or something, no shame in running from it
Presidential debates this shit a comic strip
Know my babies lives are in danger, I might stay celibate
Mama want her next lil grand kids
I'm thinking bout top 10's
And how to turn my demons into profits we can spend
Sorry I ain't make a dent in my promises
I promise I'll see hell before I settle for 10 to 6
But tell me how I fail when my arrival was heaven sent
I know the timer ticking and I'm tired of snoozing it
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Cold summers, hot winters
Tryna find my place at the heavens gate, amongst the sinners
Looking at my circle like I pray ain't no judases
You'd watch em kill a nigguh that gave em love for benefits
Did the 8 people a show, I need arenas full
Did the summer cop for the coats, I need my closet full
Need my pockets overweight, schedule is overbooked
Printed like I sell estates, Tired of the overlooked
Reaper at my doorstep, told em I got more left
Feeling like I redshirted, readjust my focus
Need to do a dinner in every country and territory
Hard to tell yourself that the patience is to enhance the story
Ion need the sympathy
Ion need the glazing fam
Give me opportunity
Tryna boost the dividends
Running on adrenaline I gotta hit my widows peak
Hard to block the shots I'm getting up I feel like KD with the buzzer beat
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance, chance, chance
DatBoyKi - Brown Sugar Lyrics
DatBoyKi - Brown Sugar Lyrics
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Hot winters, cold summers
Been praying heavy for more blessings, they run from us
Seen the path paved by cousin nem and mamas too
Tryna break the cycle of baby mamas and gang recruits
Building with the butterfly shining, you know I'm grinding for it
Mariposa venue and block busters, my minds a fortune
Seen the way that city did Nipsey, the culture ain't recovered
Need to get a passport or something, no shame in running from it
Presidential debates this shit a comic strip
Know my babies lives are in danger, I might stay celibate
Mama want her next lil grand kids
I'm thinking bout top 10's
And how to turn my demons into profits we can spend
Sorry I ain't make a dent in my promises
I promise I'll see hell before I settle for 10 to 6
But tell me how I fail when my arrival was heaven sent
I know the timer ticking and I'm tired of snoozing it
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Cold summers, hot winters
Tryna find my place at the heavens gate, amongst the sinners
Looking at my circle like I pray ain't no judases
You'd watch em kill a nigguh that gave em love for benefits
Did the 8 people a show, I need arenas full
Did the summer cop for the coats, I need my closet full
Need my pockets overweight, schedule is overbooked
Printed like I sell estates, Tired of the overlooked
Reaper at my doorstep, told em I got more left
Feeling like I redshirted, readjust my focus
Need to do a dinner in every country and territory
Hard to tell yourself that the patience is to enhance the story
Ion need the sympathy
Ion need the glazing fam
Give me opportunity
Tryna boost the dividends
Running on adrenaline I gotta hit my widows peak
Hard to block the shots I'm getting up I feel like KD with the buzzer beat
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance, chance, chance
Been praying heavy for more blessings, they run from us
Seen the path paved by cousin nem and mamas too
Tryna break the cycle of baby mamas and gang recruits
Building with the butterfly shining, you know I'm grinding for it
Mariposa venue and block busters, my minds a fortune
Seen the way that city did Nipsey, the culture ain't recovered
Need to get a passport or something, no shame in running from it
Presidential debates this shit a comic strip
Know my babies lives are in danger, I might stay celibate
Mama want her next lil grand kids
I'm thinking bout top 10's
And how to turn my demons into profits we can spend
Sorry I ain't make a dent in my promises
I promise I'll see hell before I settle for 10 to 6
But tell me how I fail when my arrival was heaven sent
I know the timer ticking and I'm tired of snoozing it
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Cold summers, hot winters
Tryna find my place at the heavens gate, amongst the sinners
Looking at my circle like I pray ain't no judases
You'd watch em kill a nigguh that gave em love for benefits
Did the 8 people a show, I need arenas full
Did the summer cop for the coats, I need my closet full
Need my pockets overweight, schedule is overbooked
Printed like I sell estates, Tired of the overlooked
Reaper at my doorstep, told em I got more left
Feeling like I redshirted, readjust my focus
Need to do a dinner in every country and territory
Hard to tell yourself that the patience is to enhance the story
Ion need the sympathy
Ion need the glazing fam
Give me opportunity
Tryna boost the dividends
Running on adrenaline I gotta hit my widows peak
Hard to block the shots I'm getting up I feel like KD with the buzzer beat
Damn, damn, damn
Hard to be the man, man, man
I'm doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance
Damn, damn, damn
Sticking to the plan, plan, plan
Im doing what I can, can, can
Just give me one more chance, chance, chance, chance, chance
Writer: Kius Harris
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