BRXINSTORM
VVS🎶98 Plays
•12 Sep 2019
my ambitions way more bigger than surrounding things so ironic i cant sleep out here chasing dreams wheres the loyalty these niggas out here switching teams cant turn a hoe into a queen wtf u mean she gone bust wide open for the big screen her mouth drooling for a taste of the finer things saks fifth shopping sprees run it with no tally cocaine and ecstasy parties in the valley but she aint gone be right beside you when that well empty how many really down to ride on my enemies lord forgive me please i cant let these niggas breath if i dont get em first i know they out get me i didnt make the rules thats just how this shit be tryna keep it cool im burnin threw a pound a week thats exaggeration i need a new destination a new scenery i feel like im just too complacent bar for bar they cant see me like they losing vision pain and struggle makes for one hell of a combination had to get it out the dirt and build a foundation knew they werent gone give me shit so fuck a donation money makes the world go round we in doe nation said money makes the world go round we in a doe nation patty cake whippin pies in dusty basement had to learn to improvise threw the tribulations put all this shit on my back i had to carry it like a ruck sack down an unbeated path trails i had to blaze that shawty fine as hell you better see where her mind at dont ever fall victim to a smile and some good cat she plotting in the club with her friends like where the dollars at sleeping with the enemy i call that shit a long nap facts this shit deeper than rap i got love for all my niggas this shit deeper than dap if i make it they gone make it whats more realer than that put my momma in a mansion with a pool in the back put these haters in they places when that chopper react time and money never waste it aint no getting it back fuck a 2nd chance im tryna do better than my last reminiscing bout the past while im choking on this gas keep them snake from all around u gotta mow and trim the grass the choppers mind blowing pull it out and have a blast im line for line pouring a bunch of codeine in my flask i need a milli in my bag upper echelon dont confuse me with the trash hit the bank flood the scene we doing the dash gotta get it by any means and keep a cushion in the stash gotta double up on the digits till that paper overlaps the marathon continues waiting for my victory lap all hustle never slack walk a mile in my shoes u need some tissue papers solid trill ass nigga since the incubater who u playin wit i done pulled plenty capers askin god to forgive us for them home invasions youd be amazed what people do for a piece of paper when u coming from the bottom u aint sposed to make it get some change and the closest be the ones who hate it I just call it how I see it give a fuck who like it brainstorming in my head watch out for the lightening
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my ambitions way more bigger than surrounding things so ironic i cant sleep out here chasing dreams wheres the loyalty these niggas out here switching teams cant turn a hoe into a queen wtf u mean she gone bust wide open for the big screen her mouth drooling for a taste of the finer things saks fifth shopping sprees run it with no tally cocaine and ecstasy parties in the valley but she aint gone be right beside you when that well empty how many really down to ride on my enemies lord forgive me please i cant let these niggas breath if i dont get em first i know they out get me i didnt make the rules thats just how this shit be tryna keep it cool im burnin threw a pound a week thats exaggeration i need a new destination a new scenery i feel like im just too complacent bar for bar they cant see me like they losing vision pain and struggle makes for one hell of a combination had to get it out the dirt and build a foundation knew they werent gone give me shit so fuck a donation money makes the world go round we in doe nation said money makes the world go round we in a doe nation patty cake whippin pies in dusty basement had to learn to improvise threw the tribulations put all this shit on my back i had to carry it like a ruck sack down an unbeated path trails i had to blaze that shawty fine as hell you better see where her mind at dont ever fall victim to a smile and some good cat she plotting in the club with her friends like where the dollars at sleeping with the enemy i call that shit a long nap facts this shit deeper than rap i got love for all my niggas this shit deeper than dap if i make it they gone make it whats more realer than that put my momma in a mansion with a pool in the back put these haters in they places when that chopper react time and money never waste it aint no getting it back fuck a 2nd chance im tryna do better than my last reminiscing bout the past while im choking on this gas keep them snake from all around u gotta mow and trim the grass the choppers mind blowing pull it out and have a blast im line for line pouring a bunch of codeine in my flask i need a milli in my bag upper echelon dont confuse me with the trash hit the bank flood the scene we doing the dash gotta get it by any means and keep a cushion in the stash gotta double up on the digits till that paper overlaps the marathon continues waiting for my victory lap all hustle never slack walk a mile in my shoes u need some tissue papers solid trill ass nigga since the incubater who u playin wit i done pulled plenty capers askin god to forgive us for them home invasions youd be amazed what people do for a piece of paper when u coming from the bottom u aint sposed to make it get some change and the closest be the ones who hate it I just call it how I see it give a fuck who like it brainstorming in my head watch out for the lightening
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