Minute Lyrics

Damn I felt alone for minute

Pockets hurting loans for a nigga

Little I condone feeling bitter

Used to be a home full of niggas

Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga

Tension in abdominal like sit up

Stressing bout how long before they kill us

Pressing play but sway away from day to day trash man I swear these niggas litter

Labels pay a fine if they get picked up

You could never find me in the mixture

On my down time I've been timing all the times I've been downing all this liquor

Dropping jewls I'm sure that they'll get picked up

Up the tool no longer putting fist up

Gambling with life then where yo luck run

Once was wanting wealth as large as oncler

Frugal with my funds not like I once was

Try to keep ones status that I dreamt of

Manifest and work I had them mixed up

Need to be proficient on the brink of

Questioning my will I hold the smith up

Questioning my zeal to quick to give up

Questioning the real to quick to switch up

Vent to god a real friend and as my tears run

Vent to god a real friend and as my tears run

Only one of me go check the Vin num

Stay true to myself for my accession

Down bad I refuse to play the victim

Damn I felt alone for minute

Pockets hurting loans for a nigga

Little I condone feeling bitter

Used to be a home full of niggas

Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga

Tension in room who are these niggas

Too much I've consumed I'm sorry liver

Nick Batum I'm falling son say get up

How I'm supposed to raise a king while Simba

Drastic change in days since last November

Often fades away but I remember

Once a burning flame has turned to ember

Never lie and say I ain't say lies

Sacrificed and put my pride aside

Enter bathroom so much I can't fathom can't even see myself within these eyes

Damn I felt alone for minute

Little I condone feeling bitter

Used to be a home full of niggas

Now shit don't feel like home to a nigga

Tension in the room who are these niggas

Stressing bout how long b4 they kill us

Pressing play but sway away from day to day trash man I swear these niggas litter

One's story doesn't compile the truth or the lies

They contemplate their observations from each of their eyes

Generational pain so happens to trickle down the vine

Blood sweat and tears our youth chose to keeps it held inside

Stay in between the lines or you will get chalked the scenes a crime

I forbid to play a role though accept conditions knowing I'm

Just a product of my roots it's the saddest truth

Won't follow suit

I'm destined for suits

They want a noose

It's best tie it tight cause if it's loose Won't hang for a few

Got no excuse

Not to break loose