Don't Feel The Same (feat. Cusszwordz)

That secret sauce nigga Gotta make it to the finish All or nothing right or wrong We got it out the trenches Learned to get it on our own Ima always handle business If I gotta ride alone If doesn't make a difference I'm not pickin up the phone I'll take care of me Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me Never felt the need to explain the shit I go through Cause mama told me son you gotta stand up on your own two It's evil outside Won't recognize til they approach you Don't close your third eye Be somebody that you close to I been known to go postal when I feel a way Going through hell but never dwell because I make a way Consistent nights up in that cell thought I make me break These phone cause from my son and daughter to make my day Boy I guess it's safe to say I stand on any choices I make Niggas glorifying they beef but they don't know what's at stake Choose the wrong side of the gun and be asleep at a wake Or hold it down up state but either one gon be a permanent stay Ride with this music The way that I kick it is so gifted But it's hard for me to focus on rap when my phone clickin BM on the horn bitchin Scream that you useless I put it in my mind no excuses Gotta make it to the finish All or nothing right or wrong We got it out the trenches Learned to get it on our own Ima always handle business If I gotta ride alone If doesn't make a difference I'm not pickin up the phone I'll take care of me Do a hunnit on the dash til they carry me I'm trynna turn a hunnit to a milli by the morning Ain't talk to my pops in a min I should probably call em They just picked up brodie got em sittin on a warrants So all I think is how to turn this pen into a fortune The daps be fake the hate be silent the love be real Come from the bottom I could tell you how the hunger feel Something lose if a nigga trynna budge forreal Hand on the wheel like I'm Uncle Phil We not the same Rounds switch up ya world like Doctor Stranger Smell a sucka from a mile can't rock wit gang A cold heart in my chest it's not gon change You feel it when you move through the maze it's not a game It get cold out here You're gonna need more than a stove out here Demons plot to wipe ya nose out here Count on no one you alone I had nothing but a dollar and a goal Phone on silent I ain't pickin up the phone Gotta make it to the finish All or nothing right or wrong We got it out the trenches Learned to get it on our own Ima always handle business If I gotta ride alone If doesn't make a difference I'm not picc up the phone I'll take care of me Do hundred on the dash til they carry me