Johnny "Bring Tha" Bass - Suicide or Success

It's suicide or success to me
Feel like I'm killing myself
To give you the best of me
Until it ain't nothing rest of me
But the recipe
The line I'm close to
Put my life on it
Shine, on my hatas
Ride on my opponents
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right
I grind, I stack
I think, I want it
Be plotting on my sunset
But they won't see the morning
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right
Said if you want a couple million
Then take risk that worth
Do these rappers make hits
Or do the hits come first
Bullets never care how you feel
Shit too real, Huh
What was a Hot Boy
Don't revenge make a chilled one
Yeah
Ghetto gospel when I speak
Her momma's tears dripping
On the Bible as he preach
Yeah
The killer present wit no pain
He wish a nigga wood
And you just went against the grain
Damn
Like How you go against the grain
What he don't understand
You take to God and explain
Damn
Like How you go against the grain
What he don't understand
You take to God and explain
Should've left them streets
But you left kids at home
You was eating good
Wish you ain't get fat, huh
On the news they say he got
There ain't no get back, huh
Tried to fire, clip jammed
Then that head rock, uhh
The line I'm close to
Put my life on it
Shine, on my hatas
Ride on my opponents
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right
I grind, I stack
I think, I want it
Be plotting on my sunset
But they won't see the morning
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right
It's suicide or success to me
Feel like I'm killing myself
To give you the best of me
Until it ain't nothing rest of me
But the recipe
It's suicide or success to me
Feel like I'm killing myself
To give you the best of me
Until it ain't nothin rest of me
But the recipe
Suicide or success
Suicide
I'm killing myself to be at my best
I won't lie, then again
I will not confess, no
Even if the bullets open up my chest
Cause I've turned crumbs into cake
Had rats eat that
And become food for the snakes
They say, I'm a Lion
I roll wit some Apes
Play the game too long
And you gonna make mistakes
Too late wait
The line I'm close to
Put my life on it
Shine, on my hatas
Ride on my opponents
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right
I grind, I stack
I think, I want it
Be plotting on my sunset
But they won't see the morning
Work
I put it in morning, day and night
Lord they say I'm living too good
To be living right

Written by:
John Bass III

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