Got Next

I use my past to write the rhymes you feel

My heart is steel, nightmares I can't tell what's real

My ambition...to see my goals fruition

Life is ugly think it's time to see my own beautician

Nigga tripping, thinking they can take what's mine

I'll have these niggas running from me like they seen one time

One time for my niggas who stay true to themselves

Glued to the belt, won't help? Better do it yourself look

Niggas hate you then they love you again

Dump you in sand, say no then it's fuck you then

Disconnect from my blood cause they soul ain't right

I was once your cover now it's cold at night