Wear & Tears Lyrics

Yeah

Got a few wear & tears on my rock

On my block, on my stop sign

Call the cops

Know we running, call it a flock

Should've been here at this time on the dot

Watts, light up a room like just watch

Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

Got a few wear & tears on my rock

On my block, on my stop sign

Call the cops

Know we running, call it a flock

Should've been here at this time on the dot

Watts, light up a room like just watch

Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

Telling me it's impossible, i don't hear I just move

Over so many obstacles

Stop the truck, i got stuff i gotta unload

I'm so done, this no fun, only reason i'm here (Yeah)

Someone had left there machine gun

In lost and found so I shot the ground

With the laser beam on

Paddle you like ping pong (Whoo!)

I done been here for so long, my flows strong

My notes on 10

Gotta lot but most gone, my friends talk

My probe on 10

Industry is so tough, you never gonna make it

My flows on 10

I ain't never had ish, and my woes know

No industry friends

If i get on a track imma body you

Hollywood's Bleeding no Hollywood's out of view

Small town living like underground killing

I'm stopping the train and i'm running til out of fuel

Law being broken, feel like i'm a robber

Like Jesse James, we get the loot

Hating the fame, well yeah that's usual

Moving til i get the approval, my pupils is ruined

My suit is a Gucci, sike nah it's a Uno Reverse back to you

With a Rubix a Cube

And i'm foolish with music

My life is a whoot

Know It's hard to be human

My mom ain't produce it

I grew up on the planet Rap

Just Lose It, move it, jewels on jewels

Want the proof, then

Call me up, the housing unit

Number is 619, nevermind this

Is a waste of my time

Got more to worry about, my life

Filled with drama, a chick on the side

I know llama, i gotta grow up sometime

Looking at all these fine wine, nickel and dimes

Shut your pie hole, just lie

A 9-5, that'll be my life

If I stop with this rap ish, i ain't average

Want the cabbage uh

Got a few wear & tears on my rock

On my block, on my stop sign

Call the cops

Know we running, call it a flock

Should've been here at this time on the dot

Watts, light up a room like just watch

Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

Got a few wear & tears on my rock

On my block, on my stop sign

Call the cops

Know we running, call it a flock

Should've been here at this time on the dot

Watts, light up a room like just watch

Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot

They all be calling me hot

S-T-O-P on the concrete

I know lots, of people who wouldn't stop

But i got all this baggage so imma stop

Write a rhyme or two, i gotta clear view

Now i'm renewed in a deep mood

Lobster, shrimp, enough call it seafood

Calling me evil

Got in the strength of God, and He never leaves me

Yeah, i don't need you and the TV uh

I just be shooting with a BB uh

All i need is beats, a melody, my Bible, and then the haters then see me

No revenge, all I want is amends

I been holy, with the hands

Up to the sky, I-I glance

See a new me this is, made friendships they ended

The end uh

Life is like a puzzle, you lose some pieces, some come back then

Life is great again, then you lose some more, then the end

Got a few wear and tears on my heart, it's still sharp

It's still large

Got a few wear & tears on my rock

On my block, on my stop sign

Call the cops

Know we running, call it a flock

Should've been here at this time on the dot

Watts, light up a room like just watch

Need me a fan, a tan, they all be calling me hot