I don't wanna have to go through another heartbreak/ feeling like I'm taking more than my heart can take/ shits been going way too fast it's something I can't make/ so fuck it I'ma just mask up with this wraith/
I used to pray for bitches, pray for money, pray for hoes, pray for the times I would never have to ask for those Now we keeping busy never talkin bout the haters Always lookin for the bitches never askin for the waiters Me and ivan always lookin for the greater, working hard gettin stable don't need nothin from you haters always keep a pen and paper, never holding too much anger And now we a look deeper, to what we got now grown men hashin it out From when we used to get down Never have to think about the times when I would diss you in these rhymes Never gonna do that shit again, you my friend, matter fact pass the pen and give me some more Hen nah that's no more I got some shit to pour for my homie, a brother that got to know me whole heartedly, and now it's hard to see, when we used to beef , homie forget it, we got a future to breath To back when we was poor , only had the 4's , walkin round the streets in cortez's makin most of what we could barely afford, I wanted more not a whole like jenny I want a Bentley I want a drink of some henny I wanna think about times when I would have the remedy Now we keeping busy never talkin bout the haters Always lookin for the bitches never askin for the waiters Me and ivan always lookin for the greater, working hard gettin stable don't need nothin from you haters always keep a pen and paper, never holding too much anger cuz we made it through, from beefin it to homies we make it SUR, never make it red we make it blue, never blood and tears we got love for the peers
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I don't wanna have to go through another heartbreak/ feeling like I'm taking more than my heart can take/ shits been going way too fast it's something I can't make/ so fuck it I'ma just mask up with this wraith/
Oh baby please
Let me free
Cuz this pain runs deep
Let me go
My heart...beats slow cuz this pain yes it hurts my soul
I used to pray for bitches, pray for money, pray for hoes, pray for the times I would never have to ask for those
Now we keeping busy never talkin bout the haters Always lookin for the bitches never askin for the waiters
Me and ivan always lookin for the greater, working hard gettin stable don't need nothin from you haters always keep a pen and paper, never holding too much anger
And now we a look deeper,
to what we got now
grown men hashin it out
From when we used to get down
Never have to think about the times when I would diss you in these rhymes
Never gonna do that shit again, you my friend, matter fact pass the pen and give me some more Hen
nah that's no more I got some shit to pour for my homie, a brother that got to know me whole heartedly, and now it's hard to see, when we used to beef , homie forget it, we got a future to breath
To back when we was poor , only had the 4's , walkin round the streets in cortez's makin most of what we could barely afford, I wanted more not a whole like jenny I want a Bentley I want a drink of some henny I wanna think about times when I would have the remedy
Now we keeping busy never talkin bout the haters Always lookin for the bitches never askin for the waiters
Me and ivan always lookin for the greater, working hard gettin stable don't need nothin from you haters always keep a pen and paper, never holding too much anger cuz we made it through, from beefin it to homies we make it SUR, never make it red we make it blue, never blood and tears we got love for the peers
How much you sell your beats for ?