Styles Ricks - Bad Habits

They told me make another hills but I can't rerecord a moment
That's just how I feel
But I can really say I'm on it, That's just how we live
I'm knowing that my momma want it, buy her ass a crib
I told her it's okay, Ima get these M's forreal
Ima go in for the kill, Ima pay all of them bills
Can't work at chipotle put 20 on my grill
I remember no one here, That's how I got over my fears
On god
Know what I'm saying, We done took a couple losses but nigga we
Let's do it
Football to Rapping, Which one gon happen
That boy a bastard, I went to snapping
They tried to say I smoke to much I got bad habits
I went through plenty highs and lows, Became a savage
Everybody wanna hate the boss, I couldn't manage
I heard they shot my dawg I almost hit the panic
We having bread for the lawyers, We got leverage
Til the day that we go broke, Nigga we ready
I can't feel
Alive
I can't feel
Alive
I can't feel
Alive
I can't feel
Alive

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Styles Ricks

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