Oh yeah
And this shit getting crazy man
Just got to keep your head up and keep moving man
Tough times don't last man, tough people do
Yeah
Aye aye aye
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Yeah
Aye
You hear me
Let me go man
What up Tone man
What up Reu man
What up Quan man
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Life getting crazy as hell
But we ain't living to heavenly
Felt destined to fail
Seen my bros die young and I ain't wish em farewell
When I did they ain't know I was there
Bro died the same day that he got out of jail
Would never happened uh
If we could have paid for the bail
Yeah we from the bottom
One day we gone pay for the bill
But shit I had to pick it up
Mama ima mix it up
Yeah I went from sipping cups
To growing up and sipping stuff
All that pain up in my mind
I'm smoking just to lift me up
You still got your life today
Yeah it's time to live it up
How you play the right away
If you was wrong for turning on me
Fighting with attorneys at 17
They placed shit up on me
Yeah I had the shit but I ain't bag the shit
Since a youngen
Yeah they know we ain't no average kids
Was never them good grade point averages kids
Rapping, smoking trees with the baddest bitch
Some of my teachers really molded me
They ain't try to take control of me
Believed in me
Said where you suppose to be
Yeah
Mr.Bell like my OG
Couldn't miss a bell I was ringing like 4G
I ain't trying to cop it when they acting like the police
But shit I'm so dope with this rapping its a felony
Plus I'm taller than you
You ain't never been ahead of me
It's funny how your friends turn to enemies
Then you got to body them, yeah
Like studying anatomy
Watching how to the body react
When they get mad at me
Could have been a normal guy
But I ain't like that salary
The new house, the new car
You could barley pay for
Can't quit your job or
Nothing getting paid for
Let me get creative with it
Love my work and make more
I ain't running out of time
I just need to make more
Nobody taking mine
Don't let em take yours
Looking out my window
Well I build myself a World Tour
Every time I reach a goal
I just want to make more
It's a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
Its a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
F*ck a 9 to 5 my baby
We get all those
Need all pros
I swear to god they like Waldo
Go and find them
In a crowd full of people I'm right behind em
Ya'll some sheep and ya'll evil man nevermind em
I should go rewind em
I should pull up on the block
Like the f*cking shinning
Yeah
Right through the door
Yeah they fourth quarter you know we gone score
And I
Told them I'm the one man
I'm the one man
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Oh yeah
And this shit getting crazy man
Just got to keep your head up and keep moving man
Tough times don't last man, tough people do
Yeah
Aye aye aye
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Yeah
Aye
You hear me
Let me go man
What up Tone man
What up Reu man
What up Quan man
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Life getting crazy as hell
But we ain't living to heavenly
Felt destined to fail
Seen my bros die young and I ain't wish em farewell
When I did they ain't know I was there
Bro died the same day that he got out of jail
Would never happened uh
If we could have paid for the bail
Yeah we from the bottom
One day we gone pay for the bill
But shit I had to pick it up
Mama ima mix it up
Yeah I went from sipping cups
To growing up and sipping stuff
All that pain up in my mind
I'm smoking just to lift me up
You still got your life today
Yeah it's time to live it up
How you play the right away
If you was wrong for turning on me
Fighting with attorneys at 17
They placed shit up on me
Yeah I had the shit but I ain't bag the shit
Since a youngen
Yeah they know we ain't no average kids
Was never them good grade point averages kids
Rapping, smoking trees with the baddest bitch
Some of my teachers really molded me
They ain't try to take control of me
Believed in me
Said where you suppose to be
Yeah
Mr.Bell like my OG
Couldn't miss a bell I was ringing like 4G
I ain't trying to cop it when they acting like the police
But shit I'm so dope with this rapping its a felony
Plus I'm taller than you
You ain't never been ahead of me
It's funny how your friends turn to enemies
Then you got to body them, yeah
Like studying anatomy
Watching how to the body react
When they get mad at me
Could have been a normal guy
But I ain't like that salary
The new house, the new car
You could barley pay for
Can't quit your job or
Nothing getting paid for
Let me get creative with it
Love my work and make more
I ain't running out of time
I just need to make more
Nobody taking mine
Don't let em take yours
Looking out my window
Well I build myself a World Tour
Every time I reach a goal
I just want to make more
It's a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
Its a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
F*ck a 9 to 5 my baby
We get all those
Need all pros
I swear to god they like Waldo
Go and find them
In a crowd full of people I'm right behind em
Ya'll some sheep and ya'll evil man nevermind em
I should go rewind em
I should pull up on the block
Like the f*cking shinning
Yeah
Right through the door
Yeah they fourth quarter you know we gone score
And I
Told them I'm the one man
I'm the one man
And this shit getting crazy man
Just got to keep your head up and keep moving man
Tough times don't last man, tough people do
Yeah
Aye aye aye
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Yeah
Aye
You hear me
Let me go man
What up Tone man
What up Reu man
What up Quan man
Thank you God that I woke up this morning, yeah
Life getting crazy as hell
But we ain't living to heavenly
Felt destined to fail
Seen my bros die young and I ain't wish em farewell
When I did they ain't know I was there
Bro died the same day that he got out of jail
Would never happened uh
If we could have paid for the bail
Yeah we from the bottom
One day we gone pay for the bill
But shit I had to pick it up
Mama ima mix it up
Yeah I went from sipping cups
To growing up and sipping stuff
All that pain up in my mind
I'm smoking just to lift me up
You still got your life today
Yeah it's time to live it up
How you play the right away
If you was wrong for turning on me
Fighting with attorneys at 17
They placed shit up on me
Yeah I had the shit but I ain't bag the shit
Since a youngen
Yeah they know we ain't no average kids
Was never them good grade point averages kids
Rapping, smoking trees with the baddest bitch
Some of my teachers really molded me
They ain't try to take control of me
Believed in me
Said where you suppose to be
Yeah
Mr.Bell like my OG
Couldn't miss a bell I was ringing like 4G
I ain't trying to cop it when they acting like the police
But shit I'm so dope with this rapping its a felony
Plus I'm taller than you
You ain't never been ahead of me
It's funny how your friends turn to enemies
Then you got to body them, yeah
Like studying anatomy
Watching how to the body react
When they get mad at me
Could have been a normal guy
But I ain't like that salary
The new house, the new car
You could barley pay for
Can't quit your job or
Nothing getting paid for
Let me get creative with it
Love my work and make more
I ain't running out of time
I just need to make more
Nobody taking mine
Don't let em take yours
Looking out my window
Well I build myself a World Tour
Every time I reach a goal
I just want to make more
It's a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
Its a non stop hustle
Is you on yours
F*ck a 9 to 5 my baby
We get all those
Need all pros
I swear to god they like Waldo
Go and find them
In a crowd full of people I'm right behind em
Ya'll some sheep and ya'll evil man nevermind em
I should go rewind em
I should pull up on the block
Like the f*cking shinning
Yeah
Right through the door
Yeah they fourth quarter you know we gone score
And I
Told them I'm the one man
I'm the one man
Writer: Vicente Leopold
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