Lavi$h T - Dedication

And with all this pain that i been thru
I wish that i had you
You
Foreal

Cuz you been gone like six-hundred ninety days
But it's okay cuz imma see you at the heaven gates
Like six-hundred ninety days
But it's okay cuz imma see you at the heaven gates
I'm not a killer but don't push me
Bitch I'm bussing for my brothers
I put that on my soul and put that on my mother
Been going stupid like a stupid muthafucka
Still causing problems, counting money, getting buckets
Like i play for denver nuggets
Praying to god about the vision, having intimate discussions
Wish i would've picked up, maybe we could've disscussed it
I ain't heard ya voice in years and that shit got me bugging
What i would do for just one last discussion
You're gone now you just left all disruptive
No goodbyes, no warnings, or no nothin
Man foreal the way they did you was disgusting
If i catch the man who did it, lord knows ill make him suffer
Eight-teen forever, fly high, you know i love ya
Six-teen forever, fly high, tori tucker
And shot out kid, been my dawg since like oh five
All the shit we did and we don't really know why
Remember days when we used to get so high
And now you're locked inside penitentiary
But stay solid i just wrote ya last week
When ya come home we can hit the stu and smash a beat
Like we used to in twenty-thirteen
Know i miss ya, ain't seen ya since twenty-seventeen
And almost twenty years later and still working on the dream
If i make this shit happen then it's gone feel like dream
I won't stop until i get it, i just do it for the team
I just do it for my momma, can't forget miss janine
So much passion and pain that's inside of me
Take the pain away when i roll up purple weed
Who you think is really staning next to me
When it comes to this rap shit, i murder first degree
Every time i hop on a microphone or a beat
And truth is i don't wanna do that feat
My bitch bad hair done, nails, feet
Fuck you mean

Haha, yeah

And bitch i want a bag but i aingt talking bout some luggage
Treat the kush like my carry-on, let's change the subject
Probably was a carry-on if english was the subject
Anytime I'm in the court room i tell my lawyer object
We beat the case then that's a muthafucking upset
I aingt beat the case and that shit left me upset
But he can't be a witness, rather be a suspect
Now he back to po visits and he taking random drug tests
Yall boys pussy, yeah you actin really suspect
I'm on now and you boys is really up next
I got stripes like adidas but i love checks
Shot out nike, pussy boy come and try me
Low-key, high-key i just spiked a hi-c
Silk linens, tatted up, cuban links yeah my neck is icy
And it's no wonder why you worried bout yo fuckin wifey
Bitch my name is lavish t and that means something pricey
And I'm on the road fighting demons while I'm paper chasin'
I lost some brothers so i call this shit a dedication
And they can't go out in vein so i gotta make it
I know I'm finna blow up, just gotta be patient
My only problem is, that i ain't got no patience
But I'm still a hood doctor self medicating
And what the fuck happened to real, everybody faking
No they not accute, nor adjacent, they just imitating
And this shit truly feel like magic in the making
I'm asking god will i make it to my destination
And if i don't then i don't want a celebration
This ain't about getting rich or being famous
Or any unnecessary fixations
I mean it hurts that i even gotta say shit
Just wanna take care of the fam without a hesitation
Why the fuck you think I'm hustling for them ben franklins

Yeah
Fuck with me
Fuck with it or get fucked with
Shot out everybody, you know

Written by:
Matthew Murray

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