exhaust

Lyrics for 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