Marc Manz - Fixed Gear Lyrics

Said fall without me, I don't need nobody falling out with me
If you crossed me, don't call me and tell me you miss me
Used to make time for people who tell me they busy
I put a stop to it, probably should've got to it quickly
Don't get mad, and I don't ever do someone how they did me
I've been patiently waiting to get an M plus 50
I want to go 200, but my dash 160
Got this bitch in free wheel, I give it back on fixie
If I care for you, just know you in a place to betray me
And the chances that can happen is like 20 to 80
Don't try and justify the uey
It was still a 180
You turned your back to me
You lucky I ain't throw an M80
You need a minute
Too bad, I need somebody to pay me
Was no pegs, got on the bars to see how far it would take me
I learned lessons from the losses that was destined to break me
Stood tall, threw it all, they couldn't threaten amazing
When I make it, I don't want to see that look of amazement
Because they laughed at me when I tried to cook in the basement
Love the love, but I don't forget none of the hatred
I would dream about a Mac when all I had was an Asus
Until I bounced back, got myself a hat full of Aces
If I got my flowers now, I'd have a house full of vases
I put some hours down the stu been like my house for some ages
Look, I had to read the book, couldn't browse through the pages
I won't do it, but believe me, it be testing my patience
They only caring when they know that you sharing frustrations
Celebrations, because I really healed from every abrasion
I be blunt, like go ahead and put that shit in rotation
When it's problems, I solve them while they sit there complaining
I ain't stay at home for storms
I made the most when it's raining
I put in work where they slack
Truth hurts, but it's facts
It's all right, because some shit just come with life, like it's taxed
Turned around for one second, had a knife in my back
Now everywhere I go, I think it might be a trap
When I hear a beat, I know I'm likely to snap
You could throw me to the lions, and I'll likely adapt
Be on point to the point where I might be exact
Shit, you know I'm good long as my mic be intact
Backboard and broken like I'm fighting with Shaq
Unless you cash app a rack, it ain't worth it to react
I lose money spending time where the work not really at
Learn to live without the shit you have, then use it to get back
Go ahead, set a screen
I know how to make it crack
I was never falling off
I was just fixing up my tracks
Every day I write till I feel like I might collapse
Let them have they fun, because I know karma making laps
Not all money good could be a bag full of trash
Not all money good could be a bag full of trash
It's remarkable