Familiar Feelings

Who was Dere to help a nigga out Who was Dere when I was in a drought Nigga was you sellin pills Did you try to make a mill Nawl bra ion think you did When shit got real You turn face and hid Me I grind through everything I did So I grind for everything I got Cause ik I got a higher spot And ik it takes a whole lot But its hard for me to hold on So I tell myself to be strong Keep faith and never loose sight Cause the prize is dead in yo eye And ik it takes along time And ik I got a short time Take a long time I gotta get this money Bitch I gotta stack a check Stay on my grind Ian een playing Bitch I gotta be the best So I'm Going so hard Through the trails and The test Going so hard never sleep ain't no Rest All I ever write is my pain and my Stress But Ian even tripping cause ik that I'm blessed Yeen gotta say it cause ik I'm up next Yeen gotta fear me but I'm coming at ya neck Yeen gotta feel me but I'm beating Out ya chest Yeen een notice u just shot you in The head Hit you with the blast now ya brain Cells dead Imma make it last like Motzar did Do this for the nights I was cold with No bed Sleeping on the couch and park Benches Imma tell My story cause Ik what I did I can see the outcome of the life that I Live Swerving in a Audi with the 8 ball Gear All blacked out with the space jam rims Made it out the drought wit no pain And no fear Imma make a bill by the time I'm 26 I'm up on my wayne and drake type Shit Young with some money call it young money bitch Gone Who was Dere to help a nigga out Who was Dere when I was in a Drought Nigga was you sellin pills Did you try to make a mill Nawl bra ion think you did When shit got real You turn face and hid Me I grind through everything I did So I grind for everything I got Cause ik I got a higher spot And ik it takes a whole lot But its hard for me to hold on So I tell myself to be strong Keep faith and never loose sight Cause the prize is dead in yo eye And ik it takes along time And ik I got a short time Who was there to help a nigga out When I was sleeping in bandos Who was there to help a nigga out When I was selling percs for the low Ian see nun of y'all happy faces When I was low Now I'm seeing everybody smilling faces Now I'm stacking up my dough Used to go and pick the casses up And then i drop em off at the store Pull up on yo bitch flash my grill Bet she turn into a straight hoe Nigga you ain't popping Nigga you ain't mobbing What the f*ck is you dropping Nigga you ain't gang Nigga you don't bang What the f*ck is you saying? Ride around with them things Cock it back let it bang And yo bitch wanna hang Sorry baby but you can't O.g. astro in his lane Watch Me do some big things I'mma be on TV With the Grammy Walking straight across the stage O.G. Astro