歌词
I need a minute to meditate
None of your bullets been hitting lately
Thinks its time to give up, you a featherweight
I was faded for a bit
I had to step back and put my mind in a better state
Strong arm, Live long,
Cycle through like I'm lance Armstrong
Ah man hell naw
He aint putting numbers up
He aint really fuck the summer up
He might make it if he try his luck
Might go platinum if he give it up
Give em something for the streets to feel
Heard he chasing for a record deal
Heard he shootin' niggas videos
Might've found a hobby he could chill
Yeah
Long overdue, I don't need your appraisal
I know what I'm worth
They just got cocky, they feeling' themselves
Yeah I know how it works
Niggas get a moment doing numbers
Now they think that they first
I just came through in the Benz, man I should've pulled up in a herse
Oh you scared now? Paster spokes
Lemme take em to church
Rick ross got me hustling from the first to the first
Quit playin', You was feelin' it
Now you feelings in reverse
Switch gears, Auto pilot the Tesla
Watch me go and swerve
Everyday
i'm on my shit almost everyday
Yeah I gotta get it like every day
Austin showtime, nigga everyday
Praise god, blessings everyday
We was down bad, prayed for better days
Still wouldn't have it any other way
Cause my homie ain't live to see better days
Lotta talk about who aire to the throne
Shooter shootin' like I'm Mr. Stallone
Pressure building, I get cocky when niggas count me out man
Fuck it, I've entered my zone
You was putting other rappers above me, and i ain't forget about that
Never had courage to tell all your homies
That shit they was cookin' in the stu was wack
And i ain't wit that but
But I'm back on the rhythm, back with the same feeling'
Backpack what they thinking' when I
Put too many words together
The less words the better
I gotta wanna curve my effort
I gotta
Take it down, take it down slow for the flow
When I'm live at the show
And your shorty front row, tryna holla at the kid
God damn, slow it down
I ain't even worth shit, why?
Cause I used to hop on the 23
Take me up west back to Trinity
They never cared to listen to me
Now they wanna say they feelin' me
Wanna be in my vicinity
Studio wit amenities
But you can't be in these facilities
Cause they don't want none of this energy
Why?
I need a minute to meditate
None of your bullets been hitting lately
Thinks its time to give up, you a featherweight
I was faded for a bit
I had to step back and put my mind in a better state
Strong arm, Live long
Cycle through like I'm lance Armstrong
Ah man hell naw