Blues Lyrics

More focused than I ever been

Last shot on me

I'm in it for the win this is not pretend

Middle fingers to those niggas who are not my friend

We rolling trees like we broke the limb

I'm higher than Above the Rim

Pac, I got the Juice but I'm not grimy

I won't slime my man

Still screaming, "Fuck Uncle Sam"

You tryna tax us, this shit backwards, it'll never end

With my niggas tryna ball till the sun up

If you with it, pop yo shit, go put yo gun up

Go stack yo funds up

Get out ya mama house

I know you praying for some paper and a better route

Let me tell you

What they don't tell you is this

Every soul gotta purpose

Every human gotta gift

Every winner had to lose

And every loser gotta win

It's a cycle man sometimes you gotta spin

Keep yo head up nigga

And stay out the way

I know you praying for that paper

And a better day

You trying to make a way

Scoring on every play

I know you ballin' and they hatin'

Let the haters hate

Let the players play

We don't negotiate

Bitch this a paper chase

I'm tryna motivate

Come wash away his sins

I took 'em to the lake

Life be moving fast

I need to slow the pace

Out of mind, out of sight

Ain't that what she like?

She'll be a dime in due time

But that's not my type

We pulling up in no time

And we ain't tryna fight

She spit on it like shoe shines

"Damn girl, you aight"

I can't spend the night

Cause you stay right there by the opps

Now when I'm hitting from the back

I gotta hold a glock

Out of mind, out of sight

I just want the top

Aye hold on man run it back, J Reaal let's get it

Hold on, run that back

Feel like my shot clock running out

I'm runnin' out of time

I ask myself do time exist

But time escape my mind

Told my lil' brother tighten up

He getting out of line

You gotta pay to play lil' nigga

gone and pay that fine

You gotta pay to play lil' nigga

You gotta walk that line

Ring, let it ring, let it ring, let it ring

I'm always on the shorty mind

She having wet dreams

We in the slums all the time

I'm praying for a key

I make her dumb all the time

She staying on her knees

I make her dumb all the time

She staying on her knees

Keep yo head up nigga

And stay out the way

I know you praying for that paper

And a better day

You trying to make a way

Scoring on every play

I know you ballin' and they hatin'

Let the haters hate

Let the players play

We don't negotiate

Bitch this a paper chase

I'm tryna motivate

Come wash away his sins

I took 'em to the lake

Life be moving fast

I need to slow the pace