blue moon avenue - good god lyrics
life is hard with everybody trying to hold ya , back wondering when the storm blowing over, ask for help family ,friends , they don’t know ya
while the winter getting colder , weight was on ya shoulders, everybody think it’s cherry coca cola , sh*t ain’t sweet but i treat it like fruit roll ups, got her dancing like drizzy in controlla , kinda dizzy off what’s inside the soda , smoking gas like you a automotive, taking shots like you was otto porter ,now i smoke a ounce was a quarter
but i’m picking up the pace , thinking bout mistakes, rolling up sum sticky like sum tape, all you b*tches that’s in line gotta wait ,you can see i’m on grind like i skate , people tryna steal my shine but they can’t ,and they hate but they won’t bust a grape ,making weight and these rappers outta shape, what it take cuz i’m great no debate
they just fake and i am what they ain’t ,getting high and they can’t jump a gate , eating good used to wash paper plates ,used to think that it’s not no escape
still sparking up like the old days , begging n*ggas just to get my songs played , driving round like i got some road rage , saving all yo pictures as my homepage, now you see me rapping on the whole stage , weed smelling like it died from old age, n*ggas think it’s sweet but it’s no glaze, fame or money guess i’m going both ways ,i ain’t worried about the past it’s okay , need the bread and the b*tter no shea,talking down i beat cha up like oj , think about what yo mother gone say , i wouldn’t want yo girl if she on slay , all my songs should get a radio play , working nights and i’m working on day, when i make it they gone be like no way ,never know if today is yo day , guess what matters is the sh*t you don’t say , i remember i was getting a low pay , and the pain , it just wouldn’t go away
and i wish i could forget , or at least attempt , i ain’t worried bout these n*ggas they sum shrimp, ima set em on the side a piece of fish, good god got the flow and it’s a gift, b*tches thinking i’m love it’s a twist , got em p*ssed beat it up errol spence ,they insist that’s it’s not making sense , calls missed and this number don’t exist
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