Untitled Grief (feat. LAX)

Cooling Back Easing Back Tell myself relax Hit my nigga Lax Yo you trying to kill a track Yo my nigga for a fact Always keeping it a stack Tear drops falling from the sky Wipe the tears from my mothers eye Pray to the sky but I got no reply Between you and I it's a eye for eye Niggaz eating pasta Penne alla vodka Influence like Sinatra Messi to the soccer The way they play the scene Man these boys deserve an Oscar Keep the fire Benihana's OMA we chasing monster's Meditating smoking ganja Money act obnoxious Spend the shit and ease the conscious Trying to dodge the nonsense It don't make sense or pay the rent The shit is irrelevant Survival of the fittest Clark kent World full of sin Ease the body lust a gin Need that money f*ck a friend Kisses to mother that's my girl to the end Drinks with my brothers Keep it real no pretend Ain't no turning back authentic to the end I want memories Memories with a better me Yo dog don't Watch my pedigree The arms heavily Fi di enemies Weh want steal my energy Lax tell them niggaz breathe Man tell them niggaz breathe I conspire with the hiatus Now I'm higher than I ever been It's evident Me heaven sent I'm living proof I'm evidence Ever since A likkle youth I'm bending rules with swimming pool of money Know my mama love Lord forgive me I'm living funny I know hungry a lil too well Got to prevail To fail is to quit That's that shit I ain't into Ain't no finding a fix Being broke out the pick I'm bout bout it bitch These niggas counterfeit I don't sit with snake's Feeling shake's Can't reciprocate I'm in the state Of feeling great I got the lemonade Out of life lemon's Must me nice Life Jennings Big knots in my tight denim How my life ended Sounds quite splendid Like the fifteen hunnid And I'm light skinned Still a slave To the the nice Linen I hear you my nigga See Got to get the dollar green Got to get the dollar green Bitches on the scene Niggas looking mean All mugging looking clean Ahh Looking clean On the scene With the team Got the greens My loud Looking mean Talkin' bout my nigga Denin jeans Word Word Word Word On the scene On the scene Know I mean See I work 24 on the 7 Trying to get this money 'fore i push the door to heaven OMA to the dirt yeah it's what I'm repping Stop playing with that work man quit the half stepping Back row of the church toast listening to the reverend Thinks it's been a while since a nigga got some blessing Who am I kidding Thank's for the second every minute Door off the hinges Roaches in the kitchen Sink full of dishes Mom and pop missing Focus on the business My vision broadcast like television Reminiscing youngins The tantrum spilling Man tuck your feelings Heart cold up in the autumn Tears spring up in the sun Killer turn preacher Prostitute turn nun Millionaire from a nigga that they use to call dumb Then that mental bell rung Now they looking at him stunned From the pen didn't need to buss a gun From the From the tongue spilling lyrics off him tongue