Instrumental Conversations Lyrics

Should I stay or should I leave

I been rollin back to back I need a better way to grieve

I don't wear my heart on my sleeve

Sometimes I be needin to vent so shit I just talk to da beat

Instrumental conversations I swear its talkin to me

Man I feel like money Mitch I want everybody to eat

Gotta be careful who you trust cause shit anybody can sneak

I keep tools ladders and clips cause shit anybody can creep

Niggas quick to bite da hand feed em these niggas greedy

Jimmy Butler how im clutchin on my heat

Niggas movin weird as shit but that aint nun to a G

They was hatin on me fore I even got up in the game

Rushin (russian) tryna take a nigga out like I'm Apollo Creed

But i'm still rollin wit da punches

How I lose it all again I gotta be smarter wit da money

Still doin better than the start cause shit I started this wit nun

I was starvin stomach touchin

Im still walkin through that storm I wonder when its gon be sunny again

I gave my all and then some more I go one hundred and ten

Was never lookin for no handouts I just wanted to win

How you gon leave and then try come back like u love me again

How you gon leave and try and come back like it's all love

Fuck it tho iont need you around I'm still gon boss up

Niggas crabs they try to pull you down you tryna crawl up

Told da fam dont worry I aint stoppin til we all up

If u aint talkin bout no money please dont call me up

They tried to do me like Kyrie they tried to cross me up

You think she yours she for da team

She fuck wit all of us

Man why u playin wit dis shit u tryna ball or what

You tryna make it you ready to give your all or what

(What you doin wit this shit bro?)

Cause im ready to up da score

Ready for something more

Aint no fuckin wit me now if you aint fuck wit me before

These bitches fuckin on whoever i ain't fuckin wit these whores

They come and go

Soon as one leave it's easy to go get some more

She peeped I wasn't fuckin wit her had her fuckin wit me more

Guap shit on another level they aint fuckin wit da boul

They tried to lock a nigga out I kick my way straight through da door

And they done did me wrong so many times my heart used to be pure

But its so much weird ass snake ass shit that I done endured

It turned me to a beast

They worried bout da battle I'm just tryna win da war

Niggas throwing shots I try to hit ignore

Cause I know I can really make one call and get these niggas gone

And I know these niggas aint like that forreal so I tried to warn em

Tell me whats its gon be cause dis aint what you want

They just need something to do

They aint got nun on you

I'm top two and aint number two

No pun intended im shittin on these niggas but that aint nun new

I told her "baby I gotta chase get this cheese I cant lay up wit you"

They use you up and kick you to da curb soon as they done with you

Im from Philly where they shootin first aint tryn rumble you

I could call Zay to humble you

Hit ya cookie and crumble you

You know I'm from da trench i adapt when shit get uncomfortable

Dont quit I know you tired but you gotta keep on chasing

Dont quit when shit get hard you know you gotta embrace it

Dont quit you know that diamonds come from rough ass places

Dont quit cause thats the difference between basic and amazing

When the odds aint in ya favor are you gon keep on playin (I will)

When it feel like God ain't answering are u gon keep on prayin (I will)

When the ball is in ya hands shot clock runnin down

Are you gon pass the shot up my nigga or u gon take it (cmon)

Should I stay or should I leave

I been rollin back to back I need a better way to grieve

I don't wear my heart on my sleeve

Sometimes I be needin to vent so shit I just talk to da beat

Instrumental conversations I swear its talkin to me

Man I feel like money Mitch I want everybody to eat

I keep tools ladders and clips cause shit anybody can creep

Niggas quick to bite da hand feed em they so greedy