Bust Down

If you on your grind then nigga why you in the same spot

If money time why everybody got the same watch

I'm tryna quit pouring these lines but I can't stop

Knocked on that door a couple times now the game locked

And I won't open up

I was tryna give you the game but you was soaking it up

While you was tryna chase the fame I was hoping it run

I was feeding off my pain like it can go on a bun

And you know I'm the one

But you still put me last I don't understand it

See my future in my past kinda like I planned it