SageModeTim - Outro

I was getting down
Hanging low for
The cream
Had to make
A couple
Moves
To get it back
In like
Week
We
Was down
To
Stretching
Pennies
A couple
Times I didn't
Eat
A couple
Times
I gave
Love
Now that bitch
For cheap

What's the deal
Whats your will
How you built
Know you niggas
Looking
Shaky
When its time
To get real
Had to go
And put in work
In tryna launch up
My career
Look for some to
Lunch to eat
It bought the vultures
Here

Good head
Where the love
At
Good love
Where head
At
Head start
Never had
That
Top mission
Was get back
All the things
That i held back
All the shit that gave out
I was under
When you was you down
now
But always try to help
Now you up
How it pan out?
You was stand up
Now you stand out
Moving idle
Limits burn
Like forest fires
Moments
Where i felt
Expired
Stumped
Out
Hell tired
Needed you
For the rewire
But you won't
There
Like spare time
Your loyalty
Seemed very tired
I like your folk
Tales tell me lies

Not in your category
Trading like
The dice on me
Numbers they
Run from
Me
Russian
Rulet
Im on it
Selfish
Like
Fat
Hungry
Up
On the
Clock
Im
Working
Manager
Hating money
Long hours
Little money

But i gotta move
Past that
See
A nigga goals
Bigger than
You see
Sometimes you
Go and
Pluck seed
Under shade
Where the sun
It don't peak
Everything you harvest
Don't reap
Gotta get it for
Yourself
To be
At ease

What a common
Thread
You common
Threat
When it comes
To heads
When it flip
Tails you don't
Never bend
Or try comprehend
You just condescend
I just try and sit
Gone and kick the can
Think of do's and don't's
And think of what i can
What's the master the plan?
Come on dr strange
Do we got a chance
Tell me what to change
Try to re arrange
When i think its
Close
Its time try again
I was on them palets
Carpet real thin
Built my thick skin
Working night shift
Got them J's in
16 seen them bills
In
Couple overtimes
Got it fixin
With a couple nights
Stomach missin
Now its big moves
Feel my hand itchin

Flatten wings
Thought it overdue
When it hear it sing
I feel overdone
Never had a clue
I was stuck to it
Like gum on shoes
To the pavement
Who you steppin too
Wanna blow my high
Cause you grounded fool
Y'all really nothing but some
Chores to do
And these be nothing but dog
Food
What it do

Written by:
Sage Tim

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