Sessions, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I got a phone call

A few minutes before this session, man

Like, some bad news, but like

It's part of life, you feel me

And like, you gotta move forward

But I be damned, I let anybody take my spot

I worked too goddamn hard for this shit, man

You know

For real

You get two lives though, you feel me

First one start when you realize you only got one

Really, I'm frustrated

All the time that I wasted

I knew shit would change

We need more than conversation

Loved you way before my heart ever made me say it

Touring through your city

Just in hopes that you can make em

You gon' probably think I'm crazy

Niggas really think they made me

The streets ain't show me love

But I got my heart up out the pavement

Today I talked to God

He really gave me strength

Money helped me get in rooms I didn't know exist

I'm lost in a room full of strangers

Where's my friends

Most of them are dead

The rest will never speak again

I'm really having shit

Ain't no need for me to fake it

Music changed my life

Now every day feel like vacation

Music cleans my soul

I thank God that he saved me

I ain't never been a lame

I'm too rich for conversation

Circle like a dot

Ain't no room for inattention

I value my time

She can't pay me like I'm basic

I ain't never need no love

Heart concrete just like the pavement

Rubber bands around my wrist

Now it's diamonds in my bracelet

Inhale my words into your heart

I won't lace it

Liquor taste like water

Guess I'm drunk, I can't taste it

I can't look to the clouds

I got family that's stuck in the ground

My nigga lost two of his brothers

I can't let him throw in the towel

I don't care if it's sharks up in that water

I won't let him drown

I don't care the gossip with these niggas

They can't come around

I don't pillow talk with bitches

See that shit is not allowed

I'm the plugs plugs for real

I know how to push a pound

Money is galore

I got two or three accounts

Could've been like them

But God sent a different route

They gave me an inch

So hell yeah I took the mile

Yeah I took some L's

But that was just part of my trial

Pussy's not outside

Really stuck up in the house

Chopper knock that down his door

We'll bring him out

TOS and the CAMP

They know what we bout

This shit is forever

Man this shit is not for clout

Speaking on the dead

Don't get no pass

We walk him down

Chopper open his head

Man his body won't be found

38 special

Hold the shells

Don't leave no rounds

Don't give a fuck about none of these rappers

Hell they know who run the town

Pussy I run the goddamn town

Me

Nigga