TILL I SAY Lyrics

Do I miss you? Or do I miss the feeling of wanting someone so badly that it almost stopped me from breathing

At every stoplight, I've gotta face it. When you said I'll race you home, I didn't know all the things I'd be chasing

And it's so unfair, I'm here, always there, but I can't ever even let go

It ain't over till I say it's over. And we ain't finished till I say we finished. I've been knowing the whole time that I'm really gifted

My blessing steady coming in, feeling like it's Christmas. My cup steady pouring over, came from rags to riches

I hate my pops, left me like this, wanting better dealings. But I had to get up in my bag, stay up out my feelings

This the life of the hustle when you from the trenches

Yeah, my mama getting older, time steady ticking

It's time to put up in that work and go complete the mission. You never know who really your man is

You gotta listen to the people who wanna put you down and not diss you

I'm trying to chase down all this money, not no fucking bitches. I remember times I ain't have no money, they weren't really with me

They try to diss you, come back around when you getting littered. I'm spending money every time, from wehn I ain't have no digits

I'm stacking money every day, I know the broke feeling. I know the feeling when they put you last and be a bandit

I know that feeling when you catch a case, they leave you stranded. I know that feeling of a dream and you really failed it

It's so unfair. I'm here, always there, but I can't ever even let go

I'm trying to be a better man, can't have my father traits. I'm trying to be a better man, my son up on the way

I'm sacrificing all my time so we can be okay. Don't have no time for no parties, need more hooray

God, family, money, yeah up in that order. I'm balling till I take my last breath like Rich Porter

October 12, yeah, we up in the fourth quarter. End of the year, I hope you put it up in order

Why I'm steady losing all my brothers? back to back to the system

Got a call, look at the news, they say he wrecked and it's iffy. Look at the comments, yeah, they diss him and I know they ain't with it

They don't really know the story, yeah, that info is fiction. My brother come on, he call me every day

My brother come on, he really on the way. Waiting on one more, they let Larry out them gates

It been three years since I seen my brother face

It ain't over till I say it's over

And we ain't finished till I say we finished

I've been knowing the whole time that I'm really gifted

My blessing steady coming in, feeling like it's Christmas. My cup steady pouring over, came from rest to riches

I hate my pops, left me like this, wanting better dealings. But I had to get up in my bag, stay up out my feelings

This the life of the hustle when you from the trenches.