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Life tryna get the best of me

I'm cooking in the studio

Stirring up a recipe

To get bread in abundance

Like sesame

Me and one wish

Vs the rest of you n*****

Like Ray J and Bobby V

I'm tethering

Connected to a source

Pure as Medellin

Is this your king

How them demons act

When they taunting me

The difference is when I black

I am him

They are fraudulent

Pull out the stick

Flashlight like Parliment

Shooting for the stars

Drake Kendrick J.Cole

Fuck it all of them

Dylan I spit hot fire

Bring the squadron in

I get homesick

When I leave the booth

I mean I get so Blue

I need an IV

Bring the Carter's in

Life's a B

Look like it's me myself and again

I lost my brother JB

Ima have to be my own best friend

Can't kick it with you boys

You not cut from the same cloak I'm in

Picture Sean Carter

Rocking Sean John

That's goofy as Shawn and Marlon

Weighing bags

Ima will me a bank like Carlton

But let me get back

To what I'm speaking on

Life is a cold bitch

Chili how I'm creeping on

Sitting on side of the road

With my blinkers on

Thinking I Work too damn hard

Not to reap the benefits

Before the reaper come

Highway to heaven

Like why the fuck

I got my seatbelt on

Bitch I'd rather fly out the window

Before I endure more pain and suffering

And never fly high like Jim Jones

He balling

I'm bawling

That's B A W L

They say to C R A W L

Before you propel

But fuck that shit I'm taking off

Like Quavo and his cousin off

Life is such a bitch

But she my bitch

So Ima break her off

Gotta get my foot up in the door

To take the hinges off

Once I get my hands off in the jar Ima take it all

Take this mustard seed of faith

And plant it in the soil

I'm from the family tree of God

You know how the apple fall

I'm the one

That's here to usher you

You don't have to call

If I'm here then God near

No need to reach for an arm

No weapons formed

As long as we adhere

We can weather any storm

I treat my L's like 3 W's

And keep calm

Gotta shorty head on my p low

Not the one you sleep on

And that ain't have

Shit to do with this

But a dream without reality is dead So sleep on

But let me get back

To what I'm speaking on

Life is a cold bitch

Chili how I'm creeping on

And alotta n*****

Dont wanna see me at the top

They'd rather see me flop

They'd rather see me drop

They'd rather see me

They'd wanna see me

They'd rather see me

But I won't fold

Ya know that's how it goes

At the bottom

When you climbing to the top