Tr3bla - TighTrop3 Lyrics

I've got too much on my mind
( What is on your mind? )
How to keep my balance
While I'm walking on this line

I've got too much on the line
( What is on the line? )
All my fam, my niggas
Bread and mutherf*cking time
And we've got so little time

What you doing with it?
Me, i got a job and i quit it
Hopped on a beat and just spit it
Aint got a gun to begin, I'll admit it
Lil Pump on my lyrical pistol
Ek-Skiet-It
Shoot for a star, a star
( Pew, pew,)
A star, a shooting star

I shoot for a star
While i live in the fog
The root to my heart
Is beneath the scars
Its all in my palms
Thats why i write songs
It gotta be strong
You ain't just moving along
Or tearing apart
I walk on a tight rope
Where do i start
The facts, shit that i lack
M.O.T.I.VATE the inner me
F.O.C.US on the inner chi
C.R.E.ATE the remedy
I.N.S.PIRE the enemy

( What is on your mind? )
How to keep my balance
While I'm walking on this line

I've got too much on the line
( What is on the line? )
All my fam, my niggas
Bread and mutherf*cking time
And we've got so little time

What you doing with it?
Me, i got a job and i quit it
Hopped on a beat and just spit it
Aint got a gun to begin, I'll admit it
Lil Pump on my lyrical pistol
Ek-Skiet-It
Shoot for a star, a star
( pew, pew, )
A star, a shooting star

You only popping if you got a melody
Tr3bla on that shit
Ha a jy ken hom nie
Always looking for direction
Always moving
Never pictured as a centerpiece
Time to adapt
Trap to attract to a track
Either way im in your memory
Cut me the slack
I dont rap for a pat on the back
Yeah

I've got too much on my mind
( What is on your mind? )
How to keep my balance
While I'm walking on this line

I've got too much on the line
( What is on the line? )
All my fam, my niggas
Bread and mutherf*cking time

I've got too much on my mind
( What is on your mind? )
How to keep my balance
While I'm walking on this line

I've got too much on the line
( What is on the line? )
All my fam, my niggas
Bread and mutherf*cking time

And we've got so little time
What you doing with it?
Me, i got a job and i quit it
Hopped on a beat and just spit it
Aint got a gun to begin, I'll admit it
Lil Pump on my lyrical pistol
Ek-Skiet-It
Shoot for a star, a star
( Pew, pew )
A star, a shooting star

I shoot for a
[ Mind, mind, mind ]

( What is on your mind? )
How to keep my balance
While I'm walking on this line

I've got too much on the line
( What is on the line? )
All my fam, my niggas
Bread and mutherf*cking time
And we've got so little time

What you doing with it?
Me, i got a job and i quit it
Hopped on a beat and just spit it
Aint got a gun to begin, I'll admit it
Lil Pump on my lyrical pistol
Ek-Skiet-It
Shoot for a star, a star
( Pew, pew )
A star, a shooting star