Flaws Songtext
Its that project music
Institution
Free yak
Institution
Free yak
When you done lost most of your childhood in institution
They criticising you 'bout what you doing
Hitting licks, road running, you just stick and moving
Mind of a young hustler, jit maneuvering
Institution
Free yak
Institution
Free yak
When you done lost most of your childhood in institution
They criticising you 'bout what you doing
Hitting licks, road running, you just stick and moving
Mind of a young hustler, jit maneuvering
Back then they wernt fucking with me, saying I wasn't shit
You ain't that and you ain't this
You can't rock and you can't spit
And now ima have me a custom stick, ready to baptise me a bitch
But you know i kept it humble, no i ain't standing down for shit
Started abusing drugs, started losing friends got a nigga sick
Fuck the system, free my niggas, yeah they racist as a bitch
Can't buy that time back though, you can't rewind that though
If we dont make it out the hood, choppa down*, we won't die broke
Finessed the plug and sold him soap, I'll show u how that life shit go
Come take a ride with me lets go on a show, tell you some things that you ain't never know
I almost lost my life, several times, god with me at the door
Ima keep tapping, that's true, 'till I can't squeeze no more
My grandma dying slow, she addicted to coke, that hurt me soul
**I lost ???? ????, durk and uncle mark can't forget ????**
We was running, from them folks, steady ducking, our p.o
We was running, to the loot, he on yo ass then ima shoot
Forgiato on everything, foreign coup, be the fastest
Yeah two bitches menage a trois i told them get romantic
I don't need stylist bitch i got my own fashion Im my own shooter, so why would i pass it?
Audermuer pass by you laughing
**She say i ???**
**She fucked up ??***
Somewhere with my feet kicked up, ducked down with a mini draco in a mansion
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Gang
You ain't that and you ain't this
You can't rock and you can't spit
And now ima have me a custom stick, ready to baptise me a bitch
But you know i kept it humble, no i ain't standing down for shit
Started abusing drugs, started losing friends got a nigga sick
Fuck the system, free my niggas, yeah they racist as a bitch
Can't buy that time back though, you can't rewind that though
If we dont make it out the hood, choppa down*, we won't die broke
Finessed the plug and sold him soap, I'll show u how that life shit go
Come take a ride with me lets go on a show, tell you some things that you ain't never know
I almost lost my life, several times, god with me at the door
Ima keep tapping, that's true, 'till I can't squeeze no more
My grandma dying slow, she addicted to coke, that hurt me soul
**I lost ???? ????, durk and uncle mark can't forget ????**
We was running, from them folks, steady ducking, our p.o
We was running, to the loot, he on yo ass then ima shoot
Forgiato on everything, foreign coup, be the fastest
Yeah two bitches menage a trois i told them get romantic
I don't need stylist bitch i got my own fashion Im my own shooter, so why would i pass it?
Audermuer pass by you laughing
**She say i ???**
**She fucked up ??***
Somewhere with my feet kicked up, ducked down with a mini draco in a mansion
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Million dollar nigga I'm still in the trenches
Gang
