Practice Lyrics

You know you've got this, right

D.R.X

I know I can do it in this rap ting, babe

But I know that I need a bit of practice

Put my life and rhymes

I know I'll be fine

But I don't wanna talk about madness

When I rap rhymes, I do it for me

& all the guys that really ain't had shit

I remember writing bars on the floor

Back then when the bed was a mattress

Young, but now I'm older, man, like Guardiola

Tactical thoughts for a house and chauffeur

I remember when I was uptown with the cats and the coca

Every day I'm out here, I know I ain't rich

But I know that I get a bit closer

I'm tryna make bags and go yard

I text you, I'm back, you text back, I'm come Over

So when I'm pulling up, man, I'm pulling up steady

When you take it off, man, I know that you're ready

Kitchen counter, bathroom shower

It's only for like Drake and Headie

I swear one this birthdays or Christmas

man, my finances really got tekky.

I was out here moving Wrecky

Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if you up and left Me

Instead, man, you came and checked me

On some real n***a shit, that's love

On some real n***a shit can't front

On some real n***a shit, ah, look

Man, she already know that I'm tapped

We fell in love, dawg, cause we both be like that

She support me from the front, but she always Got my back

Every time I spray, she like, boy, you know You can rap

I know I can do it in this rap thing, babe

But I know that I need a bit of practice

Put my life in rhymes, I know I'll be fine

But I don't wanna talk about madness

When I write rhymes, I do it for me

And all the guys that really ain't had shit

I remember writing bars on my way

OT, my G on a cab thing.

I swear I can remember it was summer 17

When me and the man, I'm getting active

Members flew out on the gas thing

Gotta live life for the man, I'm on the landing

16 bottles of ciroc, just mandemI know couple thots, want shots with the gangn'em

Know it was, wrong & I know it shouldn't happen

It's the other way around, then you know I'm on a mad ting

Condoms in my bag, never had them

Hella girls, hella snaps, hella randoms

Popped up, but you know I never smash them

But fuck trying to convince you, it never Happened.

See, if I ever tell the truth

More time, you might see me hanging

I feel like I'm in San Francisco jamming

I don't do abit of flirting but I'll do a bit of Rapping

I know I can do it in this rap thing, babe

But I know that I need a bit of practice

Put my life in rhymes, I know I'll be fine

But I don't wanna talk about madness

When I write rhymes, I do it for me

And all the guys that really ain't had shit

I remember writing bars on the plane

That was back before me and B landed

It was sad times when you were mad

Then you came in the cab for your bag's & Closure.

You said it was done, you said it can't run

More time, feel like I don't even know you

I promise to take you somewhere nice

Just babe, and we can start over

See, the truth is what I owe you

Trust, I ain't lie about anything I show you

See, one thing I love about you is you don't Judge me

Anytime I lose my way

I lost many things I love in this life

But to lose you, no, I can't do that, no way

You know that song was all about you back

When I wrote End Of The Day

It's all highs, all lows, all pain

I put it in music, one day it will change

And that's how I know I can do it in this rap Thing, babe

But I know that I need a bit of practice

Put my life in rhymes, I know I'll be fine

But I don't wanna talk about madness

When I write rhymes, I do it for me

And all the guys that really ain't had shit

I remember writing bars on the floor

Back then when the bed was a mattress

Young, but now I'm older, man, like Guardiola

Tactical thoughts for a house and chauffeur

I remember when I was uptown with the cats & The coca

Every day I'm out here, I know I ain't rich

But I know that I get a bit closer

I'm tryna make bags and call you

Then I text you, I invite you, text back, I'm over