Lio III - $ecure the Bag Lyrics

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Yuh ok ok
The lies hurt more than the truth
Its time to grow up
Pop's aint ever coming back to tell to you go to work and clean your f*cking room
You really think that I was born to lose
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
But guess what
We are witnessing the Exit Pt. 2
Go
Started with a couple of dollars inside my pocket
Everyone around me is tired of feeling locked in
Pussy ass niggas they really thought that I lost it
Everyday I wake up I'm thinking about the profit
Praying to the lord but I don't know if he's responding
I'm swimming in the liquor but pretty soon I'll be drowning
At least I won't be frowning with all the homies 'round me
POW POW PRRRU
But blame it all on me mama
I been caught up in these streets mama
I ain't the lawyer or the doctor that you wanted me to be mama
I got bigger dreams mama
These things don't make sense till you add it up
I'll sacrifice for the both of us
All we had back then was noodle cups
Now we pull up in them Bentley trucks
SKRRRT
Cus' I been out here just tryna secure the bag
These haters is mad
They put they head down when I pass
And pretty soon I'm gonna grant
Every wish that I have and you can't do nothing about it
You can't do nothing about it
I don't like clubs they too crowded
Full of people I don't f*ck with
Diss me in private but then go be silent when y'all get spotted out in public
The love is so fake
The hate is so real I can touch it
I'ma keep hustling
I don't trust nobody
People think that you can sign up for the streets
Everybody want a thottie
Till she can't hold you down when it get real
Till she can't hold you down when it get real
YEAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHHHH
Started with a couple of dollars inside my pocket
Everyone around me is tired of feeling locked in
Pussy ass niggas they really thought that I lost it
Everyday I wake up I'm thinking about the profit
Praying to the lord but I don't know if he's responding
I'm swimming in the liquor but pretty soon I'll be drowning
At least I won't be frowning with all the homies 'round me
POW POW PRRRU
But blame it all on me mama
I been caught up in these streets mama
I ain't the lawyer or the doctor that you wanted me to be mama
I got bigger dreams mama
These things don't make sense till you add it up
I'll sacrifice for the both of us
All we had back then was noodle cups
Now we pull up in them Bentley trucks
SKRRRT
Cus' I been out here just tryna secure the bag
These haters is mad
They put they head down when I pass
And pretty soon I'm gonna grant
Every wish that I have and you can't do nothing about it
You can't do nothing about it
I don't like clubs they too crowded
Full of people I don't f*ck with
Diss me in private but then go be silent when y'all get spotted out in public
The love is so fake
The hate is so real I can touch it
I'ma keep hustling
True, true