The Curse of the Gifted

Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight

I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance

Cuz the status got me jah tripping

Cuz I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick

When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner

And it's rare you hear niggas say they can't feel you

But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough

And the closest ho would be probin you to open up

And to do so you must roll one up

And it’s lonely at the top

They say me that they feelin me

I eat this game and shit this out

My dirty draws got winning streaks

I’m in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga

Got change like them, just but ain’t changed like them nigga nigga

The only shit on my old shit cuz I’m on shit

But I was pumpin in ’06 with the slow shit

Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts

Machine gon fluctuate those speakers to God

And I’m tired though

And I’m high too

But it’s like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool

Yea, yall don’t even gotta love us

But you better respect this motherfucker ah, you don’t know shit

Satisfaction's for suckers

Satisfaction's for suckers

And yall don’t even gotta love us

But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit

See life better when you know you real

I know some niggas is winnin but ain’t been home in years

Pray to not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million

Sipping pretentious liquids

Ease with they money when hella finding is on the trippin

Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you worth 60 mill

So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there

It’s double M G, I hope they know the set

Don’t you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt

Shout out to my girls in Bola, be home in a minute yep

My nigga’s at the rivers correctional, that’s me in that vent

They thought I wasn’t winning, the crew full of troubles

But I do, I fucked the game and came out a gold rapper

I should be loving my accomplishments

But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit

Success is like a neverending battle

Well whoever at the top and if that’s you you who you tryna hear

The top of my last shit, it’s all that I ask er

I pray you forgive me if I don’t bask in this chapter

I’m a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice

Cuz in this establishment you ain’t never established

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Satisfaction's for suckers

Satisfaction's for suckers

And yall don’t even gotta love us

But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real shit

This is the story about the price of fame

But the love for the dollar

Is because they cannot change