Obeyar - Remy Martin

Look
I got too many issues
I got too many problems
Kill em all w this bottle of Remy Martin
I'm talking to all my demons I'm tryna make an agreement
For they surface and rip you niggas to pieces im pleading
I'm tryna keep the peace but niggas reaching
So ima reach
But my span like 8'5"
Your span like Nate rob
And I gotta thank god that I ain't die to be honest
Cause in the streets to see the age of 23 wasn't promised
And I gotta thank my momma
I Don't know if she believe in my dreams of being a rapper
Regardless of that I got her I got it
Got the game in my pocket
Had the key but I threw it away as soon as I locked it
Tunnel vision I been chasing my dreams & it seems it's working
Just not as much as me been in the lab everyday
And listen if I never make it all we got is memories but it's worth it
Hood legends shit it perfect

Written by:
Armani Parker

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