2mrrw'$ nEvA... Lyrics

Tomorrow's never promised; always keep it honest

You can hear the streets talk; dance for dirty commas

Made it out, PTSD; just a little trauma

This how the shit designed; couldn't even blame my momma...

What you see, when you staring in that mirror

Forever gone, sometimes the memories make me tear up

We tried to tell em from our hearts, said they couldn't hear us

Stay fly, lighting cigars; while the Leer up

OG still in the game making hits; image Pujols

Now I play beaches, tell them little boys that the pools closed

Immune to Fireworks blast, stay collecting that cash

We used ta roll down the Ave, clocking bitches and Bags

Exhaling purple, before I got kicked outta Central State

Just wanted food money, tryna eat, make a way

See today, never play, make it come hondele

When in my estate, Now King scrape the plate

Brief reminder for these lames that forgot the stats

Love my Gs like my Vs, so I kept em both black...

Always kept the flame lit, muthafuckaz know that

If you can't take what give, man that shit is so wack

Tomorrow's never promised; always keep it honest

You can hear the streets talk; dance for dirty commas

Made it out, PTSD; just a little trauma

This how the shit designed; couldn't even blame my momma...

Handheld weight scales, Alize Hennessy; couple opitmos

That was back when Pelle Pelles kept us out the cold...

While them niggas seeing green; all I see is gold

Praises To The Most High; I never sold my soul

How they feel comfortable speaking down on your name around them niggas

Michelangelo Caravaggio, ("The Betrayal") I found them pictures

Indu Verma artwork

(Loyalty), they burned them pictures

Loyalty a past time; call it Baseball pitchers

Never chase yall bitches, bitches chase all riches

Those Words from my pops, call em Big Don scriptures

Rose up from trenches, skipped past the benches

Always started in this game, got Bron statistics

As time keep ticking; the streets unforgivin

Like it ain't hard enough already tryna dodge the system

Got these jealous muthafuckaz wanna knock you off ya square

Keep ya circle tight, stay protected and forever prepared...

Tomorrow's never promised; always keep it honest

You can hear the streets talk; dance for dirty commas

Made it out, PTSD; just a little trauma

This how the shit designed; couldn't even blame my momma...