Jamine Shakur - Can't get there

I was high and was stupid stepping off of Jupiter and the plug be acting boujee like it's Not a few of them
I'm outside but she acting like I've been with future them
I've been grinding since the crack of dawn like bitch Im booted up
I'm likely lately to shoot
I've been renting out them loft
Boss back up on the roof
Feel this pain made me raw
Like the cocaine up in his tube
In this game it's win and losses
But I gotta see it through
I'm weighing what it cost
They can't relate up on the room
LeBron down the lane I've been known For reaching my goals
Mandela on a plane Ive been tryna free my soul
Niggas acting pie like you can't love ya lady no mo
And everybody dying so fuck it I'm keeping the pole
Everybody lying fall back on my own ten toes
Always wanted more than these clubs and fucking hoes
But still in the line and trying to skip the door
Yeah I believe in God but I need you to show me more
Because I Feel the things that I done left me cold
Feel that some ppl I loved wounded soul yea
Feel I've been chasing this dream for so long
Never changed swerved my lanes
Admitted my wrongs
I need that pussy that gone hit like Folgers yeah
I need love I feel cold as a soldier yea
I ain't lying I feel by myself
I got the beam on the dream but can't get there
How the hell they gone help when I am the help
Back up in the north side she tryna slide by
I see you niggas watching court side as
Soon as I'm dry
I crashed and now I'm down but I'm still gone get up
Ain't heard from u in a while since my life got bent up
Know I hit my rebound while still up in town
It's not love you just want rounds she wanna get down
Guess that's yo style let yo fashion Keep yo heart tough
Still with you now in the bed tryna Fuck some
Use to show them love now that cup Dried up dust
Got it out the mud tho that landslide steep bruh
Wanna get front but them niggas gone Use me
Tryna get a blunt but round here they Selling bullshit
Still up in the slumps only escape is her Pussy
Cuz I Feel the things that I done left Me cold
Feel that some ppl I loved wounded Soul yea
Feel I've been chasing this dream for So long
Never changed swerved my lanes
Admitted my wrongs
I need that pussy that gone hit like Folgers yeah
I need love I feel cold as a soldier yea
I ain't lying I feel by myself
I got the beam on the dream but can't Get there
How the hell they gone help when I Am the help

Written by:
Gabriel Brooks

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