Steph WitDaShot - Separated

Ayy, yeah
The life we live, so much shit you know be going on
Put my best foot forward, still I don't know where I'm headed
Tryna shake the past but they still holding on, yeah
Wake up and chase this dream, I had to get it
Yeah, all this shit, I don't regret it
I'ma die chasing this money, I'm so dedicated
They ask me why we still keep them broom sticks, cause we have yet to made it
Hate came with this shit, but I expect it, I can't do no faking
So I separated it
Shoot a movie with them clips, say he so underrated
Ran it up and stacked that shit, I know they couldn't take it
One thing bout me, I'll never snitch, still got that gunna waitin
Could write a book or movie script of what we done to make it
All this shit been going on, still tryna battle right from wrong
Like I play the tight and zone, for that money know I'm going long
Talk to lil' D got him on the phone and told him he ain't got that long
Driving myself crazy, I've been tryna make everybody smile
See I'm on some other shit, want me to put him down
Get away from that fake shit, I had to look around
Got this lil' bitch, she call me Chris, the way I took her down
They ask me why I keep that stick, cause I can't put it down
Yeah, pockets busted nigga, yeah, look at me now
Youngins outchea touch a nigga bout a couple thousand
I get fly like every day, so I don't touch the ground
Tell em wake up come smell the aroma, one eye on em Futurama
Sorry, made a promise, I'ma do better in the future mama
She want Karma sutra on her, sorry way too cool to love her
Put me in the room and Im like, sorry never knew your honor
Sorry I been moving for me, put sticks in every room in case they try to move in on me
Know that I stay dedicated, infatuated with the money
These niggas watered down, they saturated with some money
I can't be no dummy, she give me my mouth, it aine no wonder why she speaking on me
I'm chilling out, they see me with my Puerto Rican mami
No this ain't no soccer, only focus, reaching my goals only
I keep that stick, walk with three legs, I still don't know where I'm gon' be
The life we live is so much shit, you know we going on
Put my best foot forward, still I don't know where I'm headed
Tryna to shake the past, but they still holding on
Yeah, wake up and chase this dream, I had to get it
All this shit, I don't regret it
I'ma die chasing this money, I'm so dedicated
They ask me why we still keep them broom sticks, cause we have yet to made it
Hate came with this shit, but I expect that I can do no faking
So I separated

Written by:
Stephen Singleton

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