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[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Wanna go harder, it's harder when your heart's not in it
I don't want another love that is not authentic
I don't have a lot of trust now, it's all so different
I don't wanna die alone, I deserve much better
Tryna find a way to heal, make the hurt weigh lesser
When I'm speakin' on anything with rap
Tell the Uber "Cut the speakers on, turn it to the max"
'Cause it's facts where I'm speakin' from
There's been an agenda on the black families and homes
Ain't no unity with us at all, but we need it most
Never had much, you'd be surprised what you get with hope
Used to do that "wishin' on a star" shit, but not no mo'
Gotta take my life into my own hands, take control
Manifestin' dreams, makin' goals then make it soul
That division late as hell, better late than never, though
Moments I was down on myself in depression mode
All the rappers livin' perfect lives who I listen to
Hundred count jewelry, different cars that they get into
I'm tryna survive, keep my job, dodge evictionals
Where n***as supposed to go to get their hope but they ain't givin' hope
Speakin' from the soul, they don't make 'em like this no mo'
Rap game utilizing flows I invented though
Imagine where we'd be if I didn't though
Are you kiddin', bro?
[Verse 2: BMW Kenny]
Mama's 'lil baby got the metro boomin
I got two chains, everything Gucci
Protect your future, watch how you maneuver
Keep a lil Uzi, n***as might try to shoot you
Life fast, losing track of time and it's been a minute
N***a, I'm a survivor, I can't play the victim
Hard not to be a statistic when you in the system
(Man, I got a fuckin' kid, I can't be playin' with y'all n***as, man)
Dollar dollar bills, I used to get it in
Used to buy pounds then I had 'em send it in
Got a pretty black bitch, call her "Cinnamon"
I could talk 'bout yours, but wait- (Oh)
I could talk 'bout yours but she one of my hoes
They all good girls till they motives get exposed
Remember when I seen that Rari with the Lambo doors
Thinkin' like "Damn, how the fuck can I get one of those?"
Bad energy, I gotta watch my doses
When it's all in my system, that's that comatoses
They be talkin' commas but don't talk 'bout gross
Let me see that car rental agreement inside that Rolls
From the concrete you know this flower had to rose
I give flowers to the ladies that I love the most
Double cup mixed with that pill equal overdose
Man, let me- let me say that again
Double cup mixed with that pill equal OD
I'm from a different era, all we did was smoke trees
I tried love but it never works out for me
'Cause if I'm not what you want, then you can up and leave
Just another youngster in the hood with icon dreams
From [?] to flying private planes
Used to be Family Dollar now it's designer names
They only fuck with me 'cause they recognize the name
BMW
[Outro: BMW Kenny]
Mama's 'lil baby got the metro boomin
I got two chains, everything Gucci
Protect your future, watch how you maneuver
Keep a lil Uzi, n***as might try to shoot you