For The Suns

Life hard when you last to develop no car walking No valet with us no cash, On my ass The bus just missed I'm off of touch Subject with my ex To rough to touch but f*ck it when I rap it's pressure I'm in key stone Gotta keep a peace tone ring Home ask pops for the feat home Man I hate the shit if I could I'm keeping the bases loaded I'm on this I'm on one you know this Condone to the lost ones From that *pop* Of that gun tone My boy locked Couldn't stop so parole they on em Thank god That bid would've remotely done em Possibly I ain't never been one of the felons But in the eyes of the law That'll change in a quick second Mom & pops Raised a big steppa to mind ya tongue Make sure it don't slip Like shit weather, Life on my dick gotta get up make this shit better Survive in a mind of a go getter, lies within a hoe nigga well I ain't that I ain't into jewelry diamonds ain't something new to me Shine don't matter, it's the clarity that roots for me ig Stop bitchin, ambition is my ride I'm down to die with it Make songs that'll never survive write limits Uh f*ck it uh Archives archives archives on archives Farcry on farcry on farcry And I don't know I don't know I don't know This shit is hard need me some Tylenol Adios adios getting this paper vamonos Or this coin like Mario I'm sorry couldn't help my self Yeah yeah yeah