TWO 16 ft. RETRO LOU Lyrics

I'm not built to live, check it, check it. I ain't stopping till my lil' niggas necks is wet

I be confused on how shit play out. What the devil do for bad, god make a way out

We ain't where we wanna be, but we close to there. Big table, small circle, only a couple Chairs

Always can spot the fake from afar, well aware. No retaliation, but you know I take a dare

Financial freedom, before I lose my freedom. Death on the rise, where I'm from, get evil

Move my pride to a side, I had to lose my ego. I admit I lost myself when I lost a few People

I get disgusted from the past, day ones turned to strangers

Gave them confidence, took what I taught them when they changed them

I know their hearts start to beat when they bring my name up

Tell them that the hate us behind closed doors praise us

It's okay though, corporate business, whole family on payroll

I say I need the money and I'll be fine, but I need way more

Been doing a lot of spending to cope the pain, but need to save more

Crying out to God, getting everything I prayed for

I really need to be grateful for the things I have

Those who love me, need from me, I'ma give them that

Lost my favorite people, wish I could bring them back

If you cross me, that's okay, I probably needed that

You was looking for a way out, but nigga they won't let me in

I know the clock is ticking, so I'm waiting on my time again

Watch them break they necks when they looking on this side again

The grind I got don't never stop, you know that I'm gon' shine again

Hopped a couple fences, climbed my way to the top

Looking like a bartender, the way that nigga took a shot

Never shared a loo, cause I'm always at a different spot

Told them this my hood, so you know I'm good on any block

Watching through, these niggas moving like they snakes

Separate myself, cause I'm real and they fake

Every time I set the table, always bring an extra plate

Anytime they set the table, man they never help me ate

If there was a problem, tryna solve it in the same night

My shooter in the league, the way he clutching like it's game time

Got a cousin that's a fien, brother doing state time

It's hard in the trenches, they don't make it out of this side