Cruel World

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I'm still workin' my whole life
 Still tryna run and they [?]
 Money, women, and chaos
 Blindin by the Lord, promise land of the payoff
 Rose gold and victors, little time, the trade off
 Off of the radar
 Nice in Calabasas, offers from Medusa
 Liquor fountains abroad
 Lost city of angels, overthrown by the stars
 Landscapes and uggs
 Handshakes and drugs
 Party favors from strangers, no registration for
 love
 When lust heals your soul
 Validations from bimmers, my trust nails
 below
 How you fuck up the money and still rush the
 show?
 Over statin' my messages
 Way too many chains to be hung up on this
 necklace
 Hennessy for supper, two ibuprofens for
 breakfast
 The long lost nights nice, but mornings be
 treacherous
 I know I should'a kept it the God way
 Bout' to do it again, hate to learn it the hard
 way
 Peace, nigga
 I pray you never leave me
 Don't let this cruel world deceive me
 I'm still workin' my whole life
 Still tryna [?]
 Cadence, uh
 Flow get to choppin like I'm jada
 Time will only tell if I was ready
 Fuck being petty, I could never concentrate
 on somethin' I don't give a shit about
 Rollin' through the city with some homies who
 don't ever think twice
 Used be the man, they say
 Used to have it all, now you climbing from the
 bottom
 Fickle man, how can I approach this
 They love you they hate you, they love you
 again
 Rolling with the pen
 Simple with the execution
 Let the story begin
 These niggas told me I was scared of bein'
 bleep (I AIN'T SCARED NIGGA I AIN'T
 SCARED)
 Fuck it, I ain't even judgin'
 Back when I was sidelined
 Mouth shut, waves out in public
 Now it's me and my squad
 Wise till' I die
 Fuck about what I said on my last record, stop askin'
 Tick-tock fashion, I rose from
 the ashes
 A phoenix could never compare to me
 This shit is like air to me
 You niggas trying to hard
 I barely give effort with it, been prayin' for my
 brother
 16 in the world where they [?]
 Gotta check a nigga
 Hate to see my nigga lining up 'fore they
 catch a bigger peak of the world that we lost
 in
 Often I go off in a tangent speaking on this
 bullshit game
 Only rappers the mothafuckas who feel my
 pain
 And what I get? 25 limits
 Swear to God it's a blessing a black male
 even made it alive
 Still got homies in a greater surprise
 If it wasn't me I, could've probably ended up
 like B-I-G
 Niggas wanna have me rap sheet, T.I
 See my reason in for being in a position I
 managed to progress
 We all cycles with his following
 Ain't enough to suck the dick, muhfuckas is
 swallowing
 Still I say something and it's that.
 Real niggas prevail in the weak squad of the
 This shit is elementary
 I need a bad bitch, chemistry, and some
 peace of mind over Hennessy
 Fuck any enemy, no befriending me
 Please, I still get off this
 No dickriders man, please get off us
 Cops killing kids man, please don't off us
 And all we wanna do is set up shops in office
 I'm a killer, I promise that's how I know ya
 man
 Started treating my city like some shoulder
 pads
 Successful is stressful but best believe I'm
 the one to bring excitement back
 Nonbelievers, no time for that
 Why you think a nigga up and left last year
 It's looking like the game need more change,
 and I'mma be the mothafuckin cashier
 Like that

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Duration
03:47
Key
2
Tempo
123 BPM

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