The Remorse

The Remorse




God's Plan

God's Plan





A. Graham/N. Shebib/A. Hamilton


A. Graham/N. Shebib/A. Hamilton

Yeah (Huh) Yeah Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that The Best Western is where a nigga was sleeping at Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to re-enact Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back All these IOU's, it's hard for me to be keeping track Friends that dedicated they life to just keepin' me intact Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed Or times he had to double back (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I mean, even with his salary, you can't put no prices on that There is no salary cap, there is no payin' him back, for real I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this Shots gotta fly either way, now I make it or miss Overtime hours all good, we take it in shifts What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from Pain is just a place that I go to get the bars from Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done Delusional's a space I like to think that I'm far from My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from Bet against me, don't know where they getting the odds from I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from But I still don't know where I get the calm from (Where I get the calm from) Yeah (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-ooh) Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Woah, woah-woah, woah, woah, woah Yeah (Woah, woah) Yeah Look, gotta hold my head high with two dry eyes I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line And I'm drownin' out the noise from the sideline Sometime it's louder than the voice I got in my mind I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time Like, how they tellin' me I'm done, when I'm in my prime? They've been tryna push a narrative since '09 And they even had my ass convinced a couple times But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times Only look for sympathy inside my mother's eyes And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side We got problems we could never really put aside I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die (Yeah) My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff Houses paid off, label paid off My soul for the money wasn't the trade-off Unlike most of you boys that fade off I feel guilty taking some days off Please don't google my net worth, the numbers are way off I mean, if you comparin' it to what I really made off with I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off Trust me it was nothin' light, holmes They tried to give me a slice of the pie, and I took the knife home I know you love me Can't picture bein' a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on Unless Kawhi wanna run it back Other than that, the strings'll be unattached Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that Y'all music gets watered down, when you love 'em back And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters Said you're like a father figure to me, but now daddy's not around so I'm a bastard Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more Soft spot for all the ones that came before, I can't ignore it I'm always tryna rekindle From the bottom the to the top, man, what's it like in the middle? From the lemon faced radio host that love to be bitter To my dogs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it (Winning, don't forget it) Woah, woah, woah-woah Woah, woah Woah, woah-woah, woah Woah, woah, ah Said it's hard when it starts to fade away Said it's hard when it starts to fade away Yeah (Ooh, yeah) Said it's hard when it starts to fade away Hard when it starts to fade away It's hard when the memories start to fade away Said its hard when the memories start to fade away (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ooh, ooh) So beautiful Yeah, yeah, yeah
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