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On The Line

 

On The Line

(album: Put A Crown On It - 2019)


I've got so much on the line, all the time
Feeling like I've lost my sight
In the clouds from the smoke I blow
If I knew that it would be like this when I was little
I'd have probably thought about the road I chose more
Homies blowing up my phone (hello), but I'm too stoned
Right now I really want to be alone
Solo, no one on my passenger side
I was at peace then the police got behind me
I'm like really, I was chilling trynna have a good time
Finally got a little money bringing out my team
People take advantage, trying to plot and scheme
We ain't never really had a god damn thing
Needed help last spring
It was hell, I seen my last dime
I told myself I'd never let it happen in the future
God had given me a second chance, that's why
People say I need to get clean
I drink and I'm mean
I know I'm never gonna succeed
If I don't quit soon
But I got a mixed drink and I shot
I swear to God it'll be my last time
In the GMC Savannah saying "Adios, Atlanta"
I'll be back again if I don't die

I've got so much on the line, all the time
Feeling like I've lost my sight
In the clouds from the smoke I blow
If I knew that it would be like this when I was little
I'd have probably thought about the road I chose more
Homies blowing up my phone (hello), but I'm too stoned
Right now I really want to be alone
Solo, no one on my passenger side
I was at peace then the police got behind me
I'm like really, I was chilling trynna have a good time
Finally got a little money bringing out my team
People take advantage, trying to plot and scheme
We ain't never really had a god damn thing
Needed help last spring
It was hell, I seen my last dime
I told myself I'd never let it happen in the future
God had given me a second chance, that's why
People say I need to get clean
I drink and I'm mean
I know I'm never gonna succeed
If I don't quit soon
But I got a mixed drink and I shot
I swear to God it'll be my last time
In the GMC Savannah saying "Adios, Atlanta"
I'll be back again if I don't die

Shit, I wish I had a Benz to ride in
Some friends that I went to school with
I can now and then confine in
But they've going thru the same shit that I've been
I think of every cent that I've made
The time went by like lightning causing electrocution
I was homeboy, chance of losing
Better not forget accused of meth abusing
Destined to be dead from using
24/7 boozin, shit I'd rather be Tesla cruising
I paint the town fluorescent fuschia
Maybe baby blue, raised up breaking rules
In the music game getting paid for blazing views
Baby boo was trying to tell me that's she pregnant
But it's a few days away from April Fools
How the fuck we supposed to raise a kid
We both wake up everyday confused
Like did we fight last night
Where the blood come from on the door
I was sleeping on the floor
You was accusing me of cheating on you
Reaching for the heater in the drawer
I was dreaming and I saw you
Crawling on the bathroom floor
Trying to cut off the vacuum cord
While you locked yourself in
But that's a nightmare
In real life we're eating lobster, caviar and shellfish
The night starts around 12ish
Me and Slick Man, Hitman, Shawty at the 12 Den
Bounced south from the east side
Young homies running red lights
Speeding in the Hell Cats
My whole crew know what it feel like to be broke
We supposed to be the have nots
Now we have knots in our pocket
No cap, bitch, text me I wrote back using Cap Locks
"WHAT'S UP, BITCH? You're dead to me."
"Maybe I'm dead to you."
"Maybe my head's confused."
Yuh yuh yuh yea uh yeah

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