Fixed Gear Lyrics

Said fall without me, I don't need nobody falling out with me

If you crossed me, don't call me and tell me you miss me

Used to make time for people who tell me they busy

I put a stop to it, probably should've got to it quickly

Don't get mad, and I don't ever do someone how they did me

I've been patiently waiting to get an M plus 50

I want to go 200, but my dash 160

Got this bitch in free wheel, I give it back on fixie

If I care for you, just know you in a place to betray me

And the chances that can happen is like 20 to 80

Don't try and justify the uey

It was still a 180

You turned your back to me

You lucky I ain't throw an M80

You need a minute

Too bad, I need somebody to pay me

Was no pegs, got on the bars to see how far it would take me

I learned lessons from the losses that was destined to break me

Stood tall, threw it all, they couldn't threaten amazing

When I make it, I don't want to see that look of amazement

Because they laughed at me when I tried to cook in the basement

Love the love, but I don't forget none of the hatred

I would dream about a Mac when all I had was an Asus

Until I bounced back, got myself a hat full of Aces

If I got my flowers now, I'd have a house full of vases

I put some hours down the stu been like my house for some ages

Look, I had to read the book, couldn't browse through the pages

I won't do it, but believe me, it be testing my patience

They only caring when they know that you sharing frustrations

Celebrations, because I really healed from every abrasion

I be blunt, like go ahead and put that shit in rotation

When it's problems, I solve them while they sit there complaining

I ain't stay at home for storms

I made the most when it's raining

I put in work where they slack

Truth hurts, but it's facts

It's all right, because some shit just come with life, like it's taxed

Turned around for one second, had a knife in my back

Now everywhere I go, I think it might be a trap

When I hear a beat, I know I'm likely to snap

You could throw me to the lions, and I'll likely adapt

Be on point to the point where I might be exact

Shit, you know I'm good long as my mic be intact

Backboard and broken like I'm fighting with Shaq

Unless you cash app a rack, it ain't worth it to react

I lose money spending time where the work not really at

Learn to live without the shit you have, then use it to get back

Go ahead, set a screen

I know how to make it crack

I was never falling off

I was just fixing up my tracks

Every day I write till I feel like I might collapse

Let them have they fun, because I know karma making laps

Not all money good could be a bag full of trash

Not all money good could be a bag full of trash

It's remarkable