Conrad - The Host

You can call me The Host
If a bro giving me pressure, I'm leaving him ghost
I got some problems all up on my mind, that I'm tryna let go
I just be playing the rules, ma nigga they know how it goes
I can't be fucking around, they can see that I'm making the most
Everyone got their regrets, but I leave them behind
I gotta stay clean and colour the scene and stay in the lines
I done been rushing but now I be cooking, they see that I'm taking my time
The past it be hurting, but I keep it pushing, cuz I gotta stay on my…
Grind
You just be baiting yourself, I got nout to declare
I'm looking for property, still I be doing it honestly, I'm playing fair
Now they be wanting a slice of the pie but they were never there
I can see people that's plotting against me, I'm staying aware
And my mind I'm still tryna repair
Haven't doubted myself for like over a year
Drinking too much now my vision impaired
No elevator, I'm taking the stairs
My Brudda you should prepare to fail, I see that you already failed to prepare
Imma give love to the time that I have
Sit back, relax, imma melt in my chair
I see they be wanting too much, I'm sorry, but I made a truce with myself
My brother I gotta well, I got love for you but I got more for myself
Consistently blowing this lettuce, it's magic, it came from the top of the shelf yeahh
I'm facing some lonely times
Naa, I couldn't find nothing to help
If a bro giving me pressure, I'm leaving him ghost
I got some problems all up in my mind, that I'm tryna let go
I just be playing the rules, ma nigga they know how it goes
You can call me The Host
If a bro giving me pressure, I'm leaving him ghost
I got some problems all up in my mind, that I'm tryna let go
I just be playing the rules, ma nigga they know how it goes

Written by:
Conrad Morris

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