exhaust

worked harder then a bitch
operatin a tight shift
god steering the ship
the wheel in the vice grip
slave to the vices stay sippin
i dont got all day to play wit ya the fake shit dont surprise me
things change so a nigga stay improvising
risk take cuz look at all the places that it got me
save it no thanks u cant make me no promise we went our own ways i still think of you highly
give my baby my daddy last name and likeness
takin the signs in facing the fire
change of surroundings
king of the county, angels around me

sailed in on lightning prepared for the fight go to church if you scared or you frightened
worked harder than a bitch
operating a tight shift
god steering the ship
my will in a vice grip

scaling and climbing they pale in comparison and slimy i pray they know better than to try me
i stay with the veteran advisors i paid every time i wasnt righteous
im checking all the boxes i made every effort then i laced up my creps and kept it rocking
cant see no other option hold rank tank engine on the on 110 south bound growlin
ya love stank bitches thats ya fuckin problem sergeant
at marathon standing on the couches singing loud
lining silver on the nimbus cloud
i get it now

mo power to ya
but its no flowers in ya vase
no amount of sugar gon help wit the taste
at the end of the day its really just you and whatever you think im airmailing you strength