Instrumental Conversations

Should I stay or should I leave I been rollin back to back I need a better way to grieve I don't wear my heart on my sleeve Sometimes I be needin to vent so shit I just talk to da beat Instrumental conversations I swear its talkin to me Man I feel like money Mitch I want everybody to eat Gotta be careful who you trust cause shit anybody can sneak I keep tools ladders and clips cause shit anybody can creep Niggas quick to bite da hand feed em these niggas greedy Jimmy Butler how im clutchin on my heat Niggas movin weird as shit but that aint nun to a G They was hatin on me fore I even got up in the game Rushin (russian) tryna take a nigga out like I'm Apollo Creed But i'm still rollin wit da punches How I lose it all again I gotta be smarter wit da money Still doin better than the start cause shit I started this wit nun I was starvin stomach touchin Im still walkin through that storm I wonder when its gon be sunny again I gave my all and then some more I go one hundred and ten Was never lookin for no handouts I just wanted to win How you gon leave and then try come back like u love me again How you gon leave and try and come back like it's all love F*ck it tho iont need you around I'm still gon boss up Niggas crabs they try to pull you down you tryna crawl up Told da fam dont worry I aint stoppin til we all up If u aint talkin bout no money please dont call me up They tried to do me like Kyrie they tried to cross me up You think she yours she for da team She f*ck wit all of us Man why u playin wit dis shit u tryna ball or what You tryna make it you ready to give your all or what (What you doin wit this shit bro?) Cause im ready to up da score Ready for something more Aint no fuckin wit me now if you aint f*ck wit me before These bitches fuckin on whoever i ain't fuckin wit these whores They come and go Soon as one leave it's easy to go get some more She peeped I wasn't fuckin wit her had her fuckin wit me more Guap shit on another level they aint fuckin wit da boul They tried to lock a nigga out I kick my way straight through da door And they done did me wrong so many times my heart used to be pure But its so much weird ass snake ass shit that I done endured It turned me to a beast They worried bout da battle I'm just tryna win da war Niggas throwing shots I try to hit ignore Cause I know I can really make one call and get these niggas gone And I know these niggas aint like that forreal so I tried to warn em Tell me whats its gon be cause dis aint what you want They just need something to do They aint got nun on you I'm top two and aint number two No pun intended im shittin on these niggas but that aint nun new I told her "baby I gotta chase get this cheese I cant lay up wit you" They use you up and kick you to da curb soon as they done with you Im from Philly where they shootin first aint tryn rumble you I could call Zay to humble you Hit ya cookie and crumble you You know I'm from da trench i adapt when shit get uncomfortable Dont quit I know you tired but you gotta keep on chasing Dont quit when shit get hard you know you gotta embrace it Dont quit you know that diamonds come from rough ass places Dont quit cause thats the difference between basic and amazing When the odds aint in ya favor are you gon keep on playin (I will) When it feel like God ain't answering are u gon keep on prayin (I will) When the ball is in ya hands shot clock runnin down Are you gon pass the shot up my nigga or u gon take it (cmon) Should I stay or should I leave I been rollin back to back I need a better way to grieve I don't wear my heart on my sleeve Sometimes I be needin to vent so shit I just talk to da beat Instrumental conversations I swear its talkin to me Man I feel like money Mitch I want everybody to eat I keep tools ladders and clips cause shit anybody can creep Niggas quick to bite da hand feed em they so greedy