I've made my mama a promise
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I'm finelly honest, my daddy know way I;'m laying
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When I try to be honest everyone want succes and ability to get their moms
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I just wanna see her smile like ..being in the sun
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How I knwo it's got time and eveyone get this on
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How I know it's my turn when all the shit that I earn
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I swift all that it's burn, I flew all that bunch in factors
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They rip away all of your warms
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Rip away all your worries said confident
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Say confidence it's a curse, navigating in the host
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How you niggas concern you
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Never part of my vers, look at me like a God
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You was never part of my church
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My chain and my desire I still spin in my worth
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I just wanna be smile but I still stuck on some customs
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All this hate got me tired, thye try to kill all my cousins
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Shawnty, forfill my desire and let that things I ain't trust it
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So I'm washing on, I'm busting on, fucking all in the code
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That's inside that room just sail how will want
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Five lane in their zone, you sound and I smoke this
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Go around I got a table for twenty and I'm gone
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Laying every hand on my card they never show
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And I'm still nigga impulsing
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Living imposible times, putting this obstacols behind
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Close doors I still on fuck with a lied
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Well no matter when you got it
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I don;t know you, I ain't proud on you
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You feel that homucide, Michael taste it's on ravel
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I put bullets in the dudu, motherfucker I'm killing shit
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Ride in the drik, fine in the, harder in the dec
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And in this life they missing that trip
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I just trying to hold on to the moments that I ain't rich
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Cuz every moment that I blow up I don't remember the shit
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Don't judge me
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White Lights
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| Gilbere Forte |
