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for sure - pres lyrics

[chorus]
i ain’t even really nice no more
talking all that sh*t and then they fight so poor
always telling what they’d like to score
think i’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
to only talk about it and not fight for more
well i guess i better write some more
everybody gonna want my life, for sure

[verse 1]
what the* where the f*ck these people been at
i was really hoping someone lеt ‘em know
that the only thing that’s keeping ‘em from growth
is thе ego, i ain’t saying let it go
‘cause mine been getting seen when it need to
on the scene getting lethal
i been keeping every single dream on a need*to*know
accordingly, where the proceeds will go
i heard your favorite’s cd but i think it got some ed
bro believe me, that sh*t isn’t hard and couldn’t ever last
i don’t pop no pills, i’m only tripping off of weed
because the worst that i could tweak is losing footing on the grass
people always yelling at me but they pull up with their hands out
really ran out but looking for a pass
this for all the people claiming that i’m using autotune
and singing on my tracks ‘cause i couldn’t really rap
[chorus]
i ain’t even really nice no more
talking all that sh*t and then they fight so poor
always telling what they’d like to score
think i’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
to only talk about it and not fight for more
well i guess i better write some more
everybody gonna want my life, for sure

[verse 2]
but you don’t want it now, look around, i’m surrounded
a laundry list of problems to the ground that’s compounding
just like my worth, they show some nerve by claiming i just found this
it took me 7 years and a whole ton of plot twists
sometimes i can’t write no f*cking lines, i’m just doubting
glad to say that this ain’t one of those times, i ain’t stopping
your music like some wired earbuds, sh*t is not it
don’t know who the f*ck you thought you was, but you not him
that’s a*
that’s a fact
ain’t waiting ‘till they find us, i’ma put us on the map
i step out every 8th like my foot is on the gas
you sending me a open’s like a rookie up at bat
you think it’s hitting but it’s not, my boy
i got this good from a million f*cking shots, my boy
200*millimeter lens to the top, my boy
i’m pulling focus, you ain’t f*cking up my shot, my boy
i’m on auto*go mode, with go pros
with no pros, just bozos that don’t know
will bro blow with no hope he won’t though
so bro dope he know so he showboats
this a yachty type*beat, sh*t i know
i’m always giving love, but the scene is not though
pops you’re not gonna believe it, watch close
and tell ‘em in my doc i was a fiend for plot growth
[chorus]
i ain’t even really nice no more
talking all that sh*t and then they fight so poor
always telling what they’d like to score
think i’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure
hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short
to only talk about it and not fight for more
well i guess i better write some more
everybody gonna want my life, for sure

- pres lyrics

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