Finally

Right where you need to be Honest and wit More decency Prominently Pass proficient Wit ya thesis's Ya every glance Is guaranteed To puddle seas between her knees Player please Don't just hold her squeeze Her tighter than facilities Lockin niggas wit no keys Should've seen The signs We shoulda seen Cuz he ain't even like to ball Just Playin in the street Ironic for higher grade He skipped from school once a week And ya think To yourself What's the point of the grind Cuz who gon help Me When I lose my mind Not myself He Thinks of better times I'm tired I'm grindin I'm rhymin I think To myself What's the point of it all Cuz who catch me When I slip and fall No one else See that's our resolve You got yourself So get it right nigga Go get it right nigga Go get it right On and on and on and Way more nights that turn to mornings Precious life cut short We mourning F*ck the fame Please help us lord and Curse they aim While I'm on tour And drape a vest Pon all my swordsman Rain it came And kept on pourin On and on and on and Stop for nothin I'm gon mash the button Put the pedal to the floor till we crash or somethin Get a bag or somethin Nothing's changed these days Still we bad as ever Mister misbehavior Ill flavor Skilled ranger Ice cold Cat fader Eyes closed Young savior Just follow ya heart They'll put a price on ya head Bring lead and polish you off But surprised by how many people Admire ya art When you gone Finally Finally Finally Finally It's fine wit me