Ps3 - Gifted Lyrics

Took my talent to the studio, they keep saying I'm gifted
Gotta sing it in a song, that's the only time they listen
One thing I know about that money is that you better get it
He keep saying he real, then tell me why the f*ck he switching
Long, long nights, holdin' my pipe
They want me dead, I'm tryna live a long, long life
Told lil bro ride in the backseat until he earn his stripes
If you love your homie, let him know cause he could be gone by tonight
I can't go broke, money be my antidote
Had to cut that hoe off cause she pulled out her phone and recorded Member when I sent her that DM and she ignored it
Can't f*ck that hoe for free, she better hope she could afford it
If I could give my younger self advice, I'd tell him go get that bag It's a marathon, it ain't no race, but just don't come in last
You ain't goin' to the league, put down that ball and hit the trap Never give your heart to a bitch, just f*ck her and just pass
I was down, down bad, they ain't notice
Feel like I been waitin' my whole life for this moment
This my only chance and you know that I can't blow it
When they crossed me, they just make me stronger when they folded
Took my talent to the studio, they keep saying I'm gifted
Gotta sing it in a song, that's the only time they listen
One thing I know about that money is that you better get it
He keep saying he real, then tell me why the f*ck he switching
Long, long nights, holdin' my pipe
They want me dead, I'm tryna live a long, long life
Told lil bro ride in the backseat until he earn his stripes
If you love your homie, let him know cause he could be gone by tonight