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two weeks notice - randy p lyrics

hold up baby i
lost it for a minute
i
just need me a taste
feels so good when i’m up in it
i
tried to get away
but it’s no good cause i’m committed
tried to tell myself, you’re no good for me, i think i’m finished
nah
back to the relapse
you’re like my drug baby perhaps
i
wasn’t enough so you free lanced
you stuck to the grain
you can keep that rye
maybe it just wasn’t my time
in this life
i quit, but you gave a fist fight
tell me all of those nights that i put in work
held the world so long that my shoulders hurt
i might’ve loved a few but you was first
you been there since i grew from dirt
just a little rose from the concrete raised in church
but this boy chose a different verse
and so i conquered
greed of men and empty pockets
all these crackas, n*ggas
even gossip
heed your soul, you need to watch it
grab a rope cause these flows could leave you nauseous
ooh
peep this when i speak this you ain’t never seen this sh*t before
battling seamless reasons for why i need you
please just let me go
but i know in the night time
that’s when i feel you and write rhymes
sometimes i wish i’d put the mic down
but you tell me that you love me n*gga pipe down
god d*mn

(hook)

i been smoking
but i’m bout to roll another jay, now
time is coasting
still looking for another way out
i been hoping
that people care about what i say
f*ck that 9*5 today
gotta find another way out
(repeat)

ugh
and i was in it for the hoes
but now
panics setting in
i feel the pressure from my goals
so i
cope with getting high
cause ain’t no running from the lows
and i just gotta pray to god that i get lucky on this road
cause uh
painting pictures ain’t getting me rich still
i need to get paid for my sk!lls
paid my dues but rents due and i got bills
check the news a young n*gga k!lled
ain’t sh*t to lose but my life in this
i fight with this, constantly writing sh*t
not knowing if i’m right for this
i might admit
i questioned god
why n*ggas ain’t psyched for this?
how n*ggas getting signed for less?
how n*ggas don’t think i’m the best?
like i ain’t nas and i ain’t meth
like i ain’t big and i ain’t def
like i ain’t work cause i ain’t slept
in a couple days
trying to find me a couple ways
to get out
please don’t follow me on this route
take your shots but make sure they count
built these flows to save for a house
n*ggas don’t want it but i can give a mother f*cker a punch line a hundred times
with a hook, that black eye gets underlined
f*ck a bar, it’s set high, they’re under mine
i did this sh*t to get us rich
how you get up out with no pot to p*ss?
nas been told me that life’s a b*tch
in two weeks i’m done, y’all can keep this sh*t

(hook)

- randy p lyrics

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