Connected Mcgraw Hill Com Lesson 3
You spend a ticket at Lenox and go to New York for Christmas. All my life it been a struggle. Now that I'm straight it's like they hate to see a nigga winnin' (yeah, oh). 'Cause I get lost in my thoughts and I cry. I heard through the grapevine she told you we FaceTimed. Uh, halfway home (la-da-da-da-da-da-da).
Just when you had enough, you can't give up. I'm ATR for life, the leader of the f*ckin' navy. And before I let 'em come and take it, mama. Tryin' not to get in my feelings. 'Cause by the time that you get back, I'll be gone. Look how he put the odds to rest, look how he overcame (rocks on my motherf*ckin' neck). From the streets to the JBC, niggas now it's whatever. Uh, stay in my lane, play the game, how the game go. This just how I feel. Rod Wave – Close Enough to Hurt Lyrics | Lyrics. I think of you every day. I'll take my lick all alone, I ain't asking for help.
I don't know what you want, but I know what I need. For real man, nigga, I sold dope, man, nigga, I broke into houses (I'ma sure make you don't forget it). That was way before the drama I endured, and the pain. I got 'em reaching out for recipes. I'ma tie him to my truck and drive that nigga to the beach, brr. Sometimes i wish bae could understand love. But I was made for this shit, yeah. I threw the phone, they say the feds listenin'. You know, it always been my dream to make it with this rapping. Now I'm hittin' her hard from the back, she throw it back for me. He had a talk with his pops and it healed him. She say, "Don't leave me" (look, uh). But baby, your ass the baddest, I want you here to stay. You ain't seen nothing yet (still).
'Cause he's a first class flight and I'm a private jet (yeah). It's crazy, we came a long way to get to this. I made my second million way before I made my kids. Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars. Nigga, I done worked a nine-to-five, man (and don't you ever get it twisted). Sometimes i wish bae could understand what god. Still put on my super suit, came back to you and saved us. Ridin' with 'em 'til they home (this here right all I got, yeah). Met death at sixteen, since then I ain't stopped running, I promise. Throw me down and wrestle me just to put on handcuffs. All the shit I took you through girl, I apologize, to you. Yeah, in this bitch relaxin', you ain't even did your taxes (oh yeah, yeah).
Don't nobody care, I won't dare waste my time (FJ on the beat, ho). It ain't for ya, man. Stay to myself and get these dollars. F*ck a bitch, I love my kids. I'll be resting in peace. Uh, I had to hit my knees and thank God for the blessings I been having.