Loose Ends Lyrics

Uh, yeah

This my type of shit right here, Four

Look, Uh

Ain't no slacking in this shit you got to give it all you got

What you know about taking loose ends and trynna make a knot

Punching in just like a worker, trynna get it off the clock

Moving shaking like the dream I'm trynna get it off the block

Yesterday I swear I saw a whole thing disappear

He sat and waited for his turn and now he trapper of the year

I had to focus on my grind I put my problems in the rear

I swear them rainy days was long but we gone thug until it's clear

That shit it turned me to a man and now I'm standing on the biz

I can't respect a man that ain't never did for his kids

It don't just happen for a nigga, I was out here taking risks

I got the recipe, was trynna make a million with my wrist

I made it jump back, one to two I done that

Sun up to the sunset, I was trynna make a dumb stack

If you miss you probably die, I got precision when I dump that

He had a pistol when he died but he ain't get a chance to bump back

We came up watching niggas thug and go to jail

His only option find a plug and get a scale

You only gangsta off them drugs that nigga shell

They pick you up and set you down in front that judge you probably tell

And everyday we bussing jugs and slamming phones

Momma I been thugging, I'm just trynna make it home

Ain't ask no help I went and got it on my own

Realest in this shit and they gone miss me when I'm gone

They say it's cold down at the bottom, use this heat to keep me warm

I got one up at the top won't let these niggas do me harm

It's a switch on back the glock I bet this bitch sound like a storm

Turn a nigga to a angel with this shit inside my palms

I'm a profit when I speak it's book of psalms

Had to go and make a way without a way, bitch I'm the one

I know you thought this shit was over, just begun

I'm having motion now but had to learn to crawl before I run

We came up watching niggas thug and go to jail

His only option find a plug and get a scale

You only gangsta off them drugs that nigga shell

They pick you up and set you down in front that judge you probably tell

And everyday we bussing jugs and slamming phones

Momma I been thugging, I'm just trynna make it home

Ain't ask no help I went and got it on my own

Realest in this shit and they gone miss me when I'm gone