G1Z - It Happens

Don't bang my line
Gave up too early baby, now it's my time
For your love, I stood on that front line
You don't want no scrub, heard it through the grapevine
Now I got some amazon's, ain't even in my prime
Would've blown a ticket on you fool, but I'm fine
Please don't stand in line, girl don't waste your time
Don't bang my line
Fuck it
Press decline
Uncle look like snoop
Girl I took that as a sign
Ain't complain or hate catching splinters on the pine
Bumpy roads and heartbreaks leave the best of players crying
But I ain't dying
Angel son forever flying
Tell a hater back up
Baby bad that's why she act up
Let her choose player
Do you and count your racks bruh
Sad times can humble, have you looking like a sad pup
Make that shit work
Food stamps with the Fasfa
Bingo I got action
For my time, you know I tax 'em
Been knowing I was dope
She a dime you know I cracked her
On road fill her up
You know that she packed up
Bout my dough, slept on pallets, you know I'm a stacker
Turned on me like a page
Un eager to view the next chapter
Dragged me through the mud, rolling on your high horse tractor
Mind a computer
They program it just to crash ya
We end up life hackers
Crackers throwing salt cause you black as pepper
That's facts bruh
Mouth full of golds & now they unreceptive
What's that for
Walk pass they doors and then they lock they latches
They taxing for piece of mind, surprised you end up lashing
See what's happening
Shit it happens
Still rock our skin like fashion
Whether trapping or CT'n with passion fuck what you lack in
Don't live in past tense
Story for your kids
Least you took action
Steady high
Hit your line for biz, won't even patch in
Rather a thot leave you scratching
Must be in different time zones
If they saying that I'm wrong
They call me an alien
Guess that means that mind gone
Ones that you ride for, switch up have you mind blown
Questioning things the people taught me in my home
Never-mind what y'all on
Married dreams of my own
All this envy, cause you can't be my clone
Want you blue as the sky
Ay yi yi
Break my spirit couldn't if you tried
I just don't know why
I'm so fly
Women staring, guess they digging the smile
Haters cannot comply
Hate the game not the guy
Till the ending, that's gone be my reply
That's gone be my reply
Fall seven, get up eight like Wade said
Knowing you can't tick it backwards in that grave bed
No bath salts, they'll eat ya face off like caveman
Know what it feels like to be freed from enslavement
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)
(You don't know the things I'd do when it comes to my people)

Written by:
Rashad McCullar II

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