Karma (Trost productions Remix) ft. IDKZay & Trost productions Lyrics

Album: Karma (Trost productions Remix)

Lyrics

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See he ain't smiled in a minute, anything terrible he prolly seen or he did it, he was nauseous; sicken by the thoughts weighing down heavy on his conscience, lost a couple brudda's now he way more quick to pop shit, (whoa) visualized my path and now I'm higher than a cockpit, Navigating through all the dangers up in my garden; devil waiting I know he sneakin and he been plotting, I don't know if you can see it but the end done started, oh, oh, oh, I think I should let em know, you are not ya body, ya body is not ya soul, focused on the present; it's the gift you couldn't show, i know karma is a bitch and you can hear it in the , love ya people while they here cuhz people come and people go, I got family in the pen that I ain't Eva got to know, I got scars built from the past that I ain't Eva finna show,

Oh oh oh

Hate me cuz you think I different

Play my roll but rolls be switchin

Grew up same but looked at different

Lighter shade but same ol vision

Don't see whole lot of a difference

Money plays an I be switchin, twitchin wishing I had money trees so I could get to pickin

Wishin never made a difference, diggin In we in the trenches.

Shoot your shot we got defecnces

Face on how I how I take my issues

And we

Steifulled

Stopin all the dreams that at night flow

Cycled

Snuffed out like the candle when night goes

I blow

Bitch taught a lesson an I broke

My bro

Got 15 straight outta high school

I know

All ok these lessons life thrown

We all in this together forever but that's just life tho

I blow

Bitch taught a lesson an I broke

My bro

Got 15 straight outta high school

I know

All ok these lessons life thrown

We all in this together forever but that's just life tho

Battles scars from all the shit that a Niggas has been through, bullet proof vests will save ya chest it won't help ya mental, stuck in the past, he still broke aint coincidental , you be lovey dovey my nigga ain't sentimental, young drillas no stocks, but 6 figures, grave diggers, pop smoke for my niggas , chop kickin, 223 the top glisten , leave ya top twisted, shirt soaked and block trippen

smiled in a minute, anything terrible he prolly seen or he did it, he was nauseous; sicken by the thoughts weighing down heavy on his conscience, lost a couple brudda's now he quick to show a pop trick, visualized my path and now I'm higher than a cockpit, Navigating through all the dangers up in the garden; devil waiting I know he sneaky and he been plotting, I don't know if you can see it but the end done started, oh, oh, oh, I think I should let 'em know, you are not ya body ya body is not ya soul, focused on the present it's the gift you couldn't show, i know karma is a bitch and you can hear it in the , love ya people while they here cuhz people come and people go, I got family in the pen that I ain't Eva got to know, I got scars built from the past that I ain't Eva finna show, oh oh oh

Hate me cuz you think I different

Play my roll but rolls be switchin

Grew up same but looked at different

Lighter shade but same ol vision

Don't see whole lot of a difference

Money plays an I be switchin, twitchin wishing I had money trees so I could get to pickin

Wishin never made a difference, diggin In we in the trenches.

Shoot your shot we got defecnces

Face on how I how I take my issues

And we

Steifulled

Stopin all the dreams that at night flow