Rell Maverick - Intro

Intro

Intro:
This the type of shit you pray about...
When ya dreams made of gold..
It ain’t just for you it’s who you stay round....
But your decisions they can take you down a road,,
You think you hot but it can/ make you so cold..
I know about it cuz I been there before..

Verse:
All the shit I did, I don’t see no need to talk about it
Do it on the beat but there’s some shit you don’t need to know about it
Had to shovel shit hell naw can’t be no hoe about it
I can’t leave the game cuz I just can’t take my soul up out it take it with me every where I go, what you know about it ecstasy the weed and the snow, and I carried mo
Know I’m more than just an average joe, I’m an animal
Fruity niggas ain’t prepared for smoke buss you cantaloupe
Baby music while I bag the dope right after thousand fo
Crazy foolish but at it I’m a pro, trap like dominoes
Daily moving the traffic out the do, yeah they gotta know
Make me do it you know I gotta blow, now your are the foe, show me who to trust- I don’t fuss I’m in a rush,
Treat my life as such I’m only stopping for lunch,
Appetite for destruction eat this whole album up
To bring the real niggas up and make all the cowards duck,
I seen it all go wrong bout a bitch and a buck,
I think the clout is the drama they addicted to the stuff,
I held it down all my life chose the game over rights,
A certain freedom come with when you down to pay the price, and I ain’t playing with it, say you put your dreams to rest, well you can lay with em, cuz I accepted the test
Use your brain nigga, cuz you can make it a mess
I seen some strange figures, and they see straight through ya chest...

Hook:
I’d be lying if I said I waited patient for my time,
I spent all my time dedicated to the grind,
Better ride with me if you say that you gon ride,
Don’t give me the extra shit just say what’s on ya mind,

Verse2:
Nobody give a fuck about money unless they have none watched a bitch go give up her last to go get her ass done, got that from a nigga in fact and that nigga just got hit,
Spent a check on a bitch and the nigga fell for the lick,
Baby mama got a crib she gotta fend for the kids,
No money left behind cuz her baby daddy a trick,
Funny thing is the first chick making more money than she
Was before she got her new ass and fixed her stomach,
Even when I was down to my last I been a hunnid hell
Nah I never been to ya trap cuz mine was jumping hell
Yeah I had to flip a few packs to get the budget
Gotta learn the game and squeeze through the cracks to get above it,
Shout out to my niggas who stayed w the motivation
Been a long road think it got harder bc I made it
See it basically just made me a target for incarceration
It don’t matter growing up I was brought up round all the hating...

Hook

Verse3:
Hold up I’ll come right back again to ruffle feathers
When I die I know I’ll be hard pressed to make it to heaven
I ain’t tripping cuz I seen all the stress while I was living
They can’t show me shit that I ain’t expected from the beginning
From the rise to the fall watch me rise above it all
Had to keep the plan inside way from the flies on the wall
Get to talking in the bathroom niggas hiding in the stalls
I can’t slip in front nobody cuz they tryna knock me off
So I’m sorry for your loss, my family never had shit
Everybody wanna be the first to bring them racks in
Make me think that shit is just precursor for the back spin fuck a second wind ya first wind might be ya last wind for real bring ya inhaler this yo last day ta beat em
You in my way I’m tryna carpe the diems
Twelve watching know they on they way I feel em
One more flip then I can leave it it’s my last day trapping...

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