Answers Lyrics

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Sometimes we need answers

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Been thru a lot

I been a man since a tot

Up & down shit wit my pops

Never felt love

From the sisters I got

Hate to see moms

Still working a lot

Connected the dots

Started to trap out da spot

In college

Couldn't make it look hot

I had a job not making a lot

But I had goals

So nothing gon stop

I'm tryna eat

Hustle for shoes on my feet

Hustle cause school never cheap

Hustle to win

Cause losing ain't me

It was the hustle

That got the degree

Me in my room

Making a beat

I couldn't go sleep

But the music

Holding me

This groove

Controlling me

Acting like he didn't know

This heat

Let me hop back

Nun of these niggas

Can top that

Ain't nun of these niggas

Gon stop cap

Let me fallback

I know that they hate

When I speak on this shit

But it's all facts

I don't answer the phone

Just don't call back

Cause niggas be all wack

Bitches be all brat

I'm tryna get it

I'm tryna win it

I'm tryna ball

I'm tryna spend it

I'm tryna stay in my lane

Till I'm finish

Not playing no games

Just playing position

Imma bout answers

Why would fake

You know you can't stand us

Talking bout gwalla

You know I got dollars

You know I got bands bra

Hate

You must be fan bra

Best seat in da stands huh

Got the suite wit da glance huh

Why would I talk

When I listen

Concentrating

On the mission

Very bold

Know he different

G code

Never slippin

All gold

Know I glisten aye

I do this shit for real aye

Fuck what u thought

They'll love you today and

Hate you tomar

The fake be bizarre

It really be close it never be far

You can look at my scars

Look at my life

I'm really a star

You don't get this twice

I'm really this nice

I'm really this hard

I'm tryna go to the league

As a young kid

That's every boy dream

I wanna make a lil cream

I wanna be good

I wanna be seen

I'm like a noun

I'm a thing

A sound

When it ring

A clown but a king

I'm laying ground for the team

Im tryna be in position

Increase living conditions

Can we release the tension

The model

The streets been missing

No follower leads the mission

Don't holla release convictions

Know my belief the pension

Out of yo seat you trippin

All about beef you slippin

Run it up gas it

Back to my shit I'm elastic

I got my game from a savage

I'm still a king wit no pageant

I'm in da street with the baddest

No one like me that is tragic

Drew in a class scholastic

Say it with me

He a classic

Imma bout answers

Why would fake

You know you can't stand us

Talking bout gwalla

You know I got dollars

You know I got bands bra

Hate

You must be fan bra

Best seat in da stands huh

Got the suite wit da glance huh

Why would I talk

When I listen

Concentrating

On the mission

Very bold

Know he different

G code

Never slippin

All gold

Know I glisten aye

I do this shit for real aye

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Sometimes we need answers

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