[Klass Murda] I can't get no rest Lately, I've been stressed Tryna make it on my own I got some niggas dead Some niggas in the feds Wishing they could find they way home Lately, I've been all alone Lately, my house don't feel like a home Lately, can't nobody call my phone Lately, lately
[Ché Noir] Lately, I just wanna stay to myself All the pain that I felt Came from the people I thought that loved me I'm blamin the wealth Money never bought me happiness, it feels like a loan 'Cause amongst a crowd of people, I would still feel alone Had to build on my own, took me years to get on Work my skills to the bone, prey to bring meals to my home Check the deals that I closed, merch with guildan was sold Business buildings I own, bitch, take a kneel to my throne Dangerous, most of these niggas can't hang with us But only broke bitter niggas hate on us Pop champagne drink ace from cups We don't wait for luck Most started young when they played with guns Aim and buss, then ya body fade to dust Childhood far from a Brady bunch And the Bars that I'm spitting ain't made for clubs It's OG's that I still admire Learned how to run a business that I built from wire Living in the ghetto, it's a field of fire Broke down, cried a river when they killed Mariah Visionary want success since a kid I was destined for wins The shit I wrote going next to the Big's With the Hov's and the X's and Kim's Nigga
[Klass Murda] I can't get no rest Lately, I've been stressed Tryna make it on my own I got some niggas dead Some niggas in the feds Wishing they could find they way home Lately, I've been all alone Lately, my house don't feel like a home Lately, can't nobody call my phone Lately, lately
[Ché Noir] Yeah, yuh, prestigious the words I'm thinking The 42 slur my speeches Plans that I cultivated through rap, so my earnings decent Picture me as a kid in the house near the furnace freezing And granny giving all of her cash to the churches deacons I could've been a billionaire, but I didn't know half these things Was just a nerdy kid with Silicon Valley dreams Now critics judging me by a score that they say is valid Y'all don't listen to words, y'all let billboards determine talent Now, I laugh at that A whole song by your favorite artist couldn't fuck with just half a rap Cause them same niggas had a plaque Then going broke and fighting for they masters back, yeah Every bar from track to track, I receive all the cash for that Keep a killer when I lap the map Better duck when he clap the gat, uh The goals y'all set, I'm passin' that You bitches could never put me in a box I'll carry this shit on my own, fuck beggin', I don't gotta compete for a spot They never show love at the bottom, they ain't show love 'til they seen me at the top Stayed ten toes down, feet on the ground, never with knees in the rocks For real
[Klass Murda] I can't get no rest Lately, I've been stressed Tryna make it on my own I got some niggas dead Some niggas in the feds Wishing they could find they way home Lately, I've been all alone Lately, my house don't feel like a home Lately, can't nobody call my phone Lately, latelyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
