Correction Paroles Too Long par Yella Beezy

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Ayy, say I been hustlin' too long, ayy
Feel like I struggle too long, ayy
Been in the gutter too long, ayy
Stuck in this bubble too long, ayy
On the block thuggin' too long, ayy
Fightin' and bustin' too long, ayy
I cannot suffer too long, ayy
My life been a jungle too long, ayy
But every day I swear I'm gonna get me some cash, ayy
And every day I swear I'm tryna flip me a pack, ayy
And every day I swear I'm tryna get off my ass, ayy
And every day I swear I live it up like my last

Say I been grindin' too long, ayy
Done ran out of options too long, ayy
These people been gone for too long, ayy
I feel like I'm fightin' too long, ayy
I tried to do right but do wrong, ayy
I told my ex gotta move on, ayy
Every night write a new song, ayy
Grindin', been tryna get on on
Pushback when I'm goin' forward
f*ck a nigga I'm goin' for it
Seem like every time a nigga fix the problem
And I think I got it, here come one more
Why you [?] box and say you ain't got it
Niggas always tryna come short
Gotta hide the card and no kinda short
Put it up before the folks come tour
If it ain't one thing it's another man
Heard that bitch got another man
Side bitch playin' them come up games
Now I hope my bitch don't pull up man
Think somethin' soft then run up man
Tryna see who win my logo chain
Every other day nigga run my name
f*ck the bullshit, just run my change

Mama said there'd be a day like this
Shit crazy, know it can't stay like this
Got a lot of problems but I face this shit
Granny told me boy you better pray 'bout this
Wonder what my daddy say 'bout this
Get out and go get it, I don't play that shit
Break that bitch down and go weigh that bitch
Got too many people that's waitin' on this
I swear I try hard, this shit I die for
Jumped in that water without no lifeguard
Got niggas I ride for and niggas I die for
Somethin' happened to me, I know my mama would cry hard
But she can't cry boy, that's no lie boy
Can't let that happen up on my time boy
I'm gon' make it baby, throw them eyes forward
And every Sunday I swear I pay my tithes boy
Got a friend man, know you hurt me damn
Watchin' over me so tell me what's the plan
A lot of shit to face, I don't understand
Know they say pain, yeah it make a man
Yeah I grind hard, hustle for the fans
Y'all niggas puttin' on for the 'Gram
While I'm in the trap pushin' off some grams
Wrist work while I'm cookin' up some yams

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