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[Verse 1: M.R.G]
Watch me hit the scenes, as I switch my dreams, hey
As I grab my family genes, bout to stitch the seams, They
Told me break a leg but I instead a tore a ligament
Now Im on the verge of making bread so everybody actin more considerate
Like am I buggin, but everybody want to be fams han
Cause face it trick, making hits, is something that I can’t stop
I’ll do it with pen, when, a nigga, forever leave the sandlot
And for the labels trying to screw me over, I told ya, suck my John Handcock, bang!
They want to take advantage of me, paint my own canvas for me
They wanna see me broke as joke, They want me to lose all hope
That’s something that they’d love to see
But thanks goodness, reluctantly
With this rappin shit, I practice abstinence, so can’t nobody fuck with me
[Chorus: M.R.G]
I got too much in my glass, look me in my eyes you ain’t even got to ask
We too throwed(x2) shit is moving so slow (x2) so slow, so slow
Goodbye to past, girl u going too fast a nigga just tryna last
So go slow, and don’t worry about your ex man no more, no more, no more, no more
[Verse 2: M.R.G]
Sydney thinks that we should start fresh
Her friend, says I’m heartless, I just say I use my heart less
Cause I don’t want to save what we had, I wish I can
But i can’t be your superman, so heres the plan
Right now I’ll just stick with Clark Kent
I swear my mixtape, sound like the best of
Tryna find the roots of happiness I guess my quest love
But never chase bitches, only chase dreams
Cause of the bullshit that they bring
Better than most of your top 5, not lying plus a nigga only nineteen
See moms I apologize, ugh, but fuck a 9 to 5
Look into my fathers eyes, say I ain’t designed to drive
No shitty as whip
I should be riding round the city with this pretty ass chick
Looking mad slick, with my niggas in the back, and you can’t see through the tints
Infatuated, graduated, just another hungry queens kid
Thinking how to ball though my bank account is small
Boi best believe I dream big
The sky is the limit and I’m tired of living so-so
But I guarantee times is getting harder no mo
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: M.R.G]
Swear its almost my time,(count) like the clock on the wall
Forget the sideline, cause coach I’m tryna ball
They hoping I come up short, but ill be standing tall
My team got my back pray they never let me fall
Dam I just want it all, I just want it all
They might want it bad but believe I want it more
Boi I want the highs cause I’m tired of the lows
See the hunger in my eyes this is all a nigga knows
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Hey Nun, tell her don’t worry about her ex-man no more
…. Queens… Wingteam
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