Tragedy
(专辑: Wish Me Well 3 - 2020)
The
tragedy in a
man's life Is not having lived while you was alive Learning to love and lose is a
part of life It's never having loved anyone or anything That's the
biggest loss of all Wish Me Well 3, the
streets is waiting (yeah) Look, never put your trust in a
nigga, my mama told me that I
can't do no dirt with you niggas, you can't wait to rat Big homie keep saying he got me, I
can't wait on that No offence, but I'ma go get mine, just pray I
make it back Okay, my main man down, lil' brother died and he won't pay back Hey, ever seen a
grown man cry in a
Maybach? Talking to God, the
hood do anything to have Lay back Lord know we'll do anything to have Quay back Look, free dog, John Kenny, I
can't wait to see y'all Miss me with that sucker shit, but don't piss me off Look, we ain't ducking no wreck, I
just wrecked my new haul Had to cut the
dead weight, I
ain't no damn U-Haul Long live K.O It's hard to spot the
snakes when the
grass grow And everybody fake but it gon' soon show The
street dirty, what you think I
keep a
broom for? Huh, all this damn pain, I
be needing medication I
ain't need no education, I
just stayed in rotation Real nigga, never let a
sucker violate me I'm a
grave digger, stop comparing me to your big homie, bitch, I'm way bigger Huh, ring on my finger, that shit way bigger Huh, thinking they them nigga, bitch, we way bigger Huh, huh, I
had to cut lil' shorty off, that nigga too bitter Before the
song, I
had no racks in the
middle Now I
say big bankroll, can't fit them racks in my denim Ayy, my lil' rich ass bro been getting racks since he was little, huh Me and money back to back splats, we was little, huh Before I
was the
man, I
was the
man in the
middle Huh, before the
bank juug, we had plans to get richer Playing with that pistol, I
got a
plan for my lil' one They know I
cashed out, I
ain't put down on no nothing, huh Ain't looking for no handout, no I
don't want nothing from no nigga Six years later, I
got elevators I
got hella acres, nosy ass neighbors I
got my own label, huh I
don't need no money machine, I
count my own paper Look, tell me why these so-called thugs act like they shooting shit up But niggas don't got guns, these niggas so made up Talk tough online, this niggas funny as fuck Mm-mm