coping ft. GloverOfficial Lyrics

We been on our

Yeah

Yeah

I'm always in and out the mix

And always out the dodge

Can't have no hate out for a bitch

I gotta give 'em love

But sometimes

They be on that shit

And tell her cool out

And roll a dub

Cause i'm tired of her shit

Whole time

I am really up

Trying to be better than i was

Last year blowing stacks on stupid shit

Just cause i could

Feel like

Baby only want me for the wood

She wish a lil' engine could

Get up in the mix

Babygirl, a nigga

Pretty good already

It ain't no hate

I just need space after i n**

Up on your face

I got get back to work

My exquisite taste

Keep me up late

For lack of better words

I

Don't make mistakes

Only lessons learned

That's how i see it

If it happens once

I really can't repeat it

Heard you feeling hatred

Better not come speak it

Cause them words we finna make you

Eat 'em

Talking wild but it might get you

Caught up

For that shit called treason

Aye, nah for real

(Nah for real)

We been outside on the block

They not for real

(They not for real)

We ain't moving crack

Just raps

Nah, for real

(Nah for real)

I been trying to get better

Get a better bill

Nah, for real

We been on our grind

Nah, for real

Nigga talkin' wild, but he not

for real

He been acting like he hard

He not for real

Reconcile with loss

Not reminiscing often

Dodge the Menikmati

State, no Eric Koston

Cinco different roaches rested

In a gauntlet

Closer to a light to tamp

And tamper with the darkness

Nun' but pressure

I be pressing on regardless

The body advertising cuts and bloody gauzes

Battle scars attained from ventures out to harvest

For us

Withered, weak

Too weary-felt to reap the charges

And say it with your chest, flex

Only half the time

Then reassess

A bit obsessed, yes

With winning, aced the tests

Blessed

Minute since I let stress

Diminish what's possessed

Put on for the fam

Do it for the crest

When I started

I was littered with the stress

Of trying to be Aaliyah

Feeling love from being at your best

Until I recognized it's fleeting

Hard to feed the bigger threats

No need to get upset

Coaches yelling

Beefing with the refs

Doing what I can

And trust it work, more easy to accept

Losses coming by the the way of life

Way easier to step

While two stepping to cadence of my breath

The scope on one percent

The target locked

Coping, I'm a mess