Finish Line

I'm feeling alone I miss you I'm out of my mind The weight I'm carrying around Im twisted up And I got to unwind I'm going slow motion My foots on the gas I'm not breaking down Because baby I'm goin to fast I got designer on me Pocket rocket keep it under the seat Get to gunning When You run up on me Flying away I'm just trying to find peace Funny now you all want to be me Slow motion Now you dead in a blink Turn around Now you vibing with me Pull out a grand Now you running the streets I do my own thing I put my soul out Fame be coming to me so fast That's all you people about Because I Got to slow down Got the winning time Can't touch me I'm at the finish line Loves been hard I'm just living life Hearts been broke One to many times I'm feeling like flying Feeling like flash I'm feeling on edge Than I'm feeling attacked Finished first place You still in the back I show off my crib You getting real mad Chain on my rist Then I'm feeling real pricy Forty Two Mil like the VIVI's all icy Surfing the wave I'm a Leo no Pisces Coco Chanel I'm built different None like me They can't take the pressure But pressure makes diamonds They want me to fumble They Want me on sidelines I'm walking around They just giving me silence Folded heart It's an empty asylum I'm wounded up They just making me violent Folded up I'm feeling unsighted When I pull up to the city She got no man's G F N to the crib Then I pull up with the bands I'm feeling alone I miss you I'm out of my mind The weight I be carrying around Im twisted up And I gotta unwind I'm going slow motion My foots on the gas Im not breaking down Because baby I'm goin to fast I got designer on me Pocket rocket keep it under the seat Get to gunning When You run up on me Flying away I'm just trying to find peace Funny how you all want to be me Slow motion Now you dead in a blink Turn around Now you vibing with me Pull out a grand Now you running the streets I do my own thing I put my soul out Fame be coming to me so fast That's all you people about Because I Got to slow down Got the winning time Can't touch me I'm at the finish line Loves been hard I'm just living life Hearts been broke One to many times Stuck in my head You are not leaving my place I'm sitting on back My dreams floating away You are not leaving my mind I can't focus all day From morning to night I want you for safes I want you on locks And I want you my bae Am not feeling the same Because I'm down on my makes Back been stabbed so many times Can't touch me I'm at the finish line Prada shoes and I'm making a bag Louis V's and they making you mad Jealous of me and you can't take it back You making a hundred While I'm making a rack Bought your girl I am not giving her back Chanel Bag Got to ice out the straps Cold heart in a cold world Now the money coming so fast I'm feeling alone I miss you I'm out of my mind The weight I be carrying around Im twisted up And I got to unwind I'm goin slowmotion My foots on the gas I am not breaking down Because baby I'm going to fast I got designer on me Pocket rocket keep it under the seat Get up to gunning When You run up on me Flying away I'm just trying to find peace Funny how you all want to be me Slow motion Now you dead in a blink Turn around Now you vibing with me Pull out a grand Now you running the streets I do my own thing I put my soul out Fame be coming to me That's all you people about Because I Got to slow down Got the winning time Can't touch me I'm at the finish line Loves been hard I'm just living life Hearts been broke One to many times Wait But I can't seem to stay Feeling alone Like I'm stuck in a cage You are not by my side Now I'm lost in a gaze Go check me out I'm imbracing the fame If I'm Making a mil Can I call you my bae Can I sit by your side Through ill and through aches Im underrated but still Better than Drake The pain that I'm feeling The whole world is at stake They can't the take pressure But pressure makes diamonds They want me fumble Want me on the sidelines I'm walking around They just giving me silence Folded heart It's an empty asylum I'm wounded up They just making me violent Folded up I'm feeling unsighted When I pull up to the city She got no man's G F N to the crib Then I pull up with the bands I'm feeling alone I miss you I'm out of my mind The weight I be carrying around Im twisted up And I gotta unwind Yea