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Tela - Success lyrics
Give it to me [Hook] I don't wanna be livin' this way I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey Cause success is the way of life I don't wanna be livin' this way I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey Cause success is the way of life [Verse 1] Get the vest out cause it's stressed out And my tech's out, makin' people scream Seen niggas without two head count doin' push ups I'm doin' sit ups, we stay like healthy Cause niggas on my block are tryin' daily to out weigh me Say we Jesus, help us God, time for harm I'm gettin' number from the greasin' off in my palm But I want some harder armor Change my ways and ways I praise, amazing grace How sweet the sound but now I'm catchin' evil They think I'm sequel, ya see them people Behind the bush, they wanna cook us Four more of them pussies on my pushin' Against the breeze just like a kite You got that right, no marchin' with me with cho' butter knife This fight, don't need to make an effort, promise Cause it's dark without my lights and they ain't gotta compass Speed bumps got us slowed, swervin' pot holes Up they nose, what is man that gains the world and lose his soul [Hook] [Verse 2] I do a movie with a doobie and some brothers Then go back to mothers Have some sour cream smothered and buttered, no onion I chief on the steps, makin' peace with myself Can't leave my cheese on the shelf I know what's gonna be there, believe this I can see or see this, families and orthopedics Through the all valley seasons Through earth, wind, and fires But still pimps and liars got my family zoned and took us on higher The scale is off the rim, somebody stole ya meal How was I to tell, you was chokin high shit A lot of time was wasted, on hoes in different places I made the first step away like rehabilitation I learned something so serious Life is a game and when you play it's one time period A lot of my niggas be playin' foul ball Expect that tech when y'all ass get that last call [Hook] [Verse 3] Been up for days cause where I stays, I can't blaze A nap and it's beginning to weigh heavy on my thinkin' cap I'm gettin' higher but shit I'm tired I'm bout to pass out, slowly and surely off the wire Relyin' on the starin' image of pimp shit Nothin' but a word I see is pity Now that the rain is gone I maintain killin' prone Protection if you restin' in my zone They in my spot, my home see They wanna take a load off my cot when you ain't makin' up ya own bed Said Fred, that's the wrong leg snapper You ain't gotta go home but I ain't cha' got damn Jed Clampett But it's two misses that I miss in my direction My own niggas in Memphis is cuttin' up my intersection I did those and shattered lives and the lost souls Save a prayer for them there table dancin' hoes [Hook] [Ad-libs to fade] |
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