4 Willem letra

Okay the Sun don't shine everyday
The money don't last when you broke
I don't believe everything they say

My life is like the election (uh)
Fuck it man
It caint get too much worse than this

Well
At least I'm not in the back of a hearst and shit
But honestly
Society
Got me fucked up
I look at everything
And in my head I scream what the fuck

How the fuck am posed to not go insane
These kids love they Twitter handle
More than they last name
They wanna hop inside that coupe
And drive up in that fast lane
But they ain't never cut a yard
Or even cut they own main
Mayne

Whoops I think I'm in my mind again

I'm smoking man
I'm tryna to find my way
The block is hot
I call it lil wayne
'Cuz now a days manyne
It just ain't the same

Aye
You could lose your life on the block there
Or get trapped and raise ya baby
On welfare
Or work a retail job

Escape hell for a while
While you contemplate
Why this is your life now
Or you could boss up
And chase them dollars
Fix yo family

Escape yo prollums
Yeah
That's the kinda shit I'm own
Fuck yo opinions
Bitch I'm grown

Look

The Sun don't shine everyday
The money don't last when you broke
I don't believe everything they say

Yeah
I brought the heater
For my people
At the steeple
Smoking weed and playing fifa
On they college campuses
Losing sleep
And barely eatin'

They gon hit ya phone
And
Tell you that you need to
Open up yah YouTube
U gotta see this new dude

He edify my soul
Like a nigga got some new shoes
He tell me shit like
They don't run the world
You do

So make sure evrrybody in ya circle
Running wit you
Ya life is like ya car
It will do whatever you choose

Caint nobody make you do shit
This ain't voodoo
Let me show you how to
Operate in this new school

Never let a nigga try to violate or use u
Keep a dark side for these hoes
Like dooku

I lost a friend last year I'm in a new mood
Staying in my room
And ever talking to you new dudes

Weird as fuck
Homie
I don't wanna know what you do

I ain't talked to my dad
In a minute I'm tryna stay coo
In the bay where niggas hate
If they don't ever make it out

Maybe that's why this shit so hard
And no one ever makes it out
Maybe that's why my favorite
Rapper dropped an album
That was classic
But it didn't get blastted
'Cuz it lacked more slaps

Then I dropped
Shit changed
New sound
New wave
I was like a. I
I went and changed the whole game

Never once did they give credit
To the sport they now play
And now I lay in my room
With this joint everyday

I'm just asking for minimal stress
And peace in my mental
I'm blessed
But knowing I'm living with less
And that is the issue

In fact I'll grab you some tissue
And tell you stories
U wish you had never heard
Or had witnessed
You never would want to have lived with
Like when they pulled out a pistol
And pointed it at my friend

No explanation for it
They just pulled the trigger on him
And word got back to his friends
And it got back to his mamma
The thought of seeing her crying
Could prolly give you bad karma

The thought of being a victim
My best friend got a daughter
If something happen to him
She gon face this life with no father
This shit is really real
Like really really fucking real for me

I put in all this fucking work
Still there ain't no deal for me
It's a possibility that if idont blow lyrically
They'll pull me over
Ask me for my name
And end up killing me

I know this shit is new to you
But for me it's like a trilogy
That's throwing off my energy
So I just turn to the beat
Thankful that it ain't the street
Keep my feelings on discreet

Mobbing thru this industry
Never changing who I am
Chasing what I'm finna be
Doomed like the kennedy's
Hated like a killer bee
Fighting all that bullshit
A lion heart got into me
I got love for everyone but yet I still got enemies

Caleborate - Letras

• 4 Willem
• Caught Up
• Contact (feat. Kota the Friend)