キー: D minor
Verse 1
and we got the late rounds
Going dead steady,
worked in a couple hours
I'ma stumble through the door
Self doubt got me humble to the core
Like I know I ain't never
going headline
Locked in the room
like a nigga doing bedtime
Scared to drop tunes,
they don't really want to hear mine
C
Dm
Marijuana fume, cloud whip,
but it clear
Remember back in 15,
could've sworn that I was top 5, verified
Now I struggle just to jot lines, pair of lies
It's like a muzzle got tossed in the shuffle
The vices really cost a nigga muscle
And barely more subtle Evan
Will with me in the duffel, boy trouble
Buddy Will hit him by the double,
then a chuckle
Can't fail,
throw me in the shuttle I can't Uber,
spent my last on the booze and
They grasp on me loose
and pass trash with the future
An ass and a nuisance,
buddy gas with the music
Glass full of fluid,
hit it fast then I'm muted
Alas, he abusing,
get his ass before he lose it
And find me a purpose on the grind,
he deserve it
Prime with the verse,
but the time isn't worth it
Crying while I'm swerving,
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