Dead Tomorrow Lyrics

Got his hands on the drugs now he dealing it

Do they even got a clue bout things that we're dealing with?

Don't give em nothing just might be the reason why they just be taking and stealing shit

Gotta stay at surface, or hold my breath

Criticising us all like they know what's best

Trynna tell me the way how I should be feeling like they know the stress

You got no respect

But I guess they don't see my vision

Turning they back and they flipping nixon

That be the reason why people my age selling crack to fiends, it ain't no opinion

Let's do no pretending, but be transparent

Went from 15 on a mission

Gone to 16 in the business

Knowing damn well this shit will bring death or prison

And it could be me but

I got dreams to follow

So I do my thing

And I'm shooting clips

I'm not talking hollow

Cause I'm not the one to be in them streets, and just beef with niggas

Could be dead tomorrow

Give me he stick let me hold this shit

You make a move imma blow this bitch

Cause I'm not gonna listen to anymore niggas,

I don't take advise, you don't know my business

Send me a beat and they know I'll kill it

Nello did so I owe him credits

Cause he made Real Life with me, and this one, which one is the coldest letter?

But I don't give a fuck about none of you niggas outside of my circle, don't need no critique

So until the day that you're better or as good as me

Get the fuck off of my d

And get outta of my comments, I don't need your comment

That's telling my this shit is gon be a fall of for me

We don't got shit in common, and you don't know a thing but I guess it's too hard to believe

I got dreams to follow

So I do my thing

And I'm shooting clips

I'm not talking hollow

Cause I'm not the one to be in them streets, and just beef with niggas

Could be dead tomorrow

Either hate me or love me, I cherish the love

But I guess if it's fuck me, it's fuck you

Straight like that, and it's been like that and it's still like that

It'll always be

So I'm not even tripping about it, I'm doing me

Stop punking me, I don't shoot no shots, I dunk to three

Cause I'm doing some shit they ain't never seen

Trynna make it out the ends but at first

Bled words till my head would hurt

I'll spit these verses back to back to back to back

To back to back again

Then I'll spit it backwards

Backwords is the way how I'm spitting it

Back to back to back to back again

Head hurts I bled words again

I'm just trynna make it out the ends

I got dreams to follow

So I do my thing

And I'm shooting clips

I'm not talking hollow

Cause I'm not the one to be in them streets, and just beef with niggas

Could be dead tomorrow

He's too graphic with it, and I might be, but I'm just keeping it real

I'm not having it

System got the people fucked up

Everybody out here lacking shit

But I guess that it's fuck the law

Cause government never been playing fair

And the law ain't here, but they are aware

You could light a flare, they wouldn't help

Listen

Everybody wants to make it out

Don't nobody wanna see somebody make it out

It's the fake ones telling me I never will

Quick to judge first walk a mile in my shoe

Don't have a clue what im gonna do

I step in the booth, I'm bending the rules

But fuck it I'm letting loose

This is my winter blues

I got dreams to follow

So I do my thing

And I'm shooting clips

I'm not talking hollow

Cause I'm not the one to be in them streets, and just beef with niggas

Could be dead tomorrow

Give me he stick let me hold this shit

You make a move imma blow this bitch

Cause I'm not gonna listen to anymore niggas,

I don't take advise, you don't know my business

Yeah

You don't know my business

Send me a beat and they know I'll kill it

Nello did so I owe him credits