Tazaahn - Must Admit

Over a dog
Over a dog yeah my nigga folded
Sometimes I speak in code
Sometimes I'm straight forward
Sometimes I have trouble speakin' on how the hell I feel
Sometimes I feel like I dropped the ball on that record deal
But God had better plans
I wanted an advance but my life still advanced
Never really seen myself bein' a father
Now I got three kids and I Can't imagine goin back
Fightin' demons left and right Shit gettin exhausting
Nine to fives fightin' bosses
Walk out the last job curse the cracker out
Lord knows I want to knock his ass out
Punch him dead up in his mouth
All these trials and these tribulations
Gotta get through the fire
Keep a fresh set
Of tires
While on the road
Because these obstacles come and
Your shit gotta be able to hold it down
Realize I'm a king so I picked up my crown
I must admit sometimes this life feel like it's too motherfuckin
Heavy on the nigga back
Like somebody put a fuckin
Chevy on a nigga back
Find out people close was talkin
Shit behind a nigga back
But I don't let that fuck with my head
I don't go tit for tat
I don't let that shit affect me and sit on my fuckin' brain
Last week I did some fire shit and put a lily on a tennis chain
Ever since I made a change my life ain't been the same
I mean where do I start
A few niggas that died that was close to my heart
I'm a product of a broken household
Almost had a broken household
The devil tryna turn my heart cold like the fuckin' South Pole
But that shit made a nigga
Thought I bit off more than I could chew look at my plate my nigga
But God put it on there
And he don't make no mistakes my nigga
Gotta make it through these days so I can say that I ate my nigga
But at the end of the day it's all praise to the Most High

Written by:
Tyrannus Cook II

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