Lyrics
Issa hole in my straw but the flow still raw
Bitch I could probably get me a job at the circus
With no insurance if I get hurt
I need life insurance, in case I get merked damn
50/50 with my brothers
50 round drum if I run into some trouble
I don't sip lean that shit slow down my hustle
You standing too close, bitch get up out my bubble
Issa group of 4 hoes that ion even know but they tryna come home with me
Now these hoes choosing, I done heard em arguing, talkin bout who gon' get close to me
Nah please don't get it twisted, these bitches, oops I mean women
Been on my line, like I'm fishing, but ion pay attention
That's how you get suspended, I been on the grind recognition
My work ethtic really got me trippin
Issa Xhildhood beat bro you live in the kitchen
Whiteloaf dropping new videos they all hitting
Why They try to watch close but stand back from a distance
I been on tip for so long they don't listen
Aye, but ion really need em to
I ain't really worried bout what the people do
I put in work cause it's what the fuck I needa do
How this shit therapeutic from a different view
Issa hole in my straw but I'm still kinda thirsty
Finna blow like a bomb you ain't heard me
She didn't like my new song and it hurt me
Probably cause it was written by the hurt me
Hadda cut some people off, tryna do me dirty
Gotta keep your guard up cuz this life a get you fucked
I'm jus tryna keep in touch with the ones that I love
Gotta keep it moving it ain't much to discuss
Always trust the process I couldn't make it up
I been making progress we gotta shake em up
Issa demon on my back I been tryna shake it off
If you listen to these tracks you should know we taking off
If it's a problem then I'm coming through swinging
I'm tryna hustle til my wrist is bling blingin
I'm ready to act up just give me a reason
Used to sleep on cuz couch now it's the four seasons
I hadda make my own way but I'm still grateful
Seeing the ones that you love turn to snakes is painful
So if you hating you can't even sit up at this table
I just thank god that I'm blessed and even able
To spit these rhymes over beats instead of watching cable
I lost some ones that I love I seen em turn to angels
Now I'm riding with this Glock watching from all angles
I told myself don't let this money shit ever change ya
And watch for the fake love cause that shit get dangerous
I can't tell you why but that shit hurt the most
When the ones you call yo friends try to keep you close
Be the same ones that wanna beef over a hoe
See I can't play around like that I gotta make it home
It hurt my chest to see my mans name on a stone
Can't believe they took my guy from me man that shit is wrong
Now I'm left here to reminisce and put it in a song
We will never be the same ever since you gone
I hope this rap shit'll blow and it don't take too long
I'm tryna come up so I can put all my people on
See that's the difference we were never in the same boat
Lost everything a couple times but never lost hope
Remember back then people act and took me as a joke
Just keep that same energy when it's the Bread Boys turn to blow
I'm never satisfied see me I always want some mo
I guess it's the hustler in me I don't even know
One thing I know, we gon be at the top that's fasho
And we ain't riding with all these pistols just for fucking show
If the team on go then I'm go
I'm sliding right or wrong either way we gon make it though
I wonder what my life would look like if I ain't pick up dope
I'd probably be somewhere with no memories and no pics to post
But I ain't trippin cause I know this shit just life
I love this rap shit but I know it all comes with a price
So when them labels call I'm on my way, I'm on the next flight
But I can't settle for less you know I just ain't the type
I know if I want this shit then ima have to fight
So ima give it all I got and leave everything on the fucking mic
They say Whiteloaf why you rappin, it's just what I like
Some people scared to chase they fuckin dreams see we are not alike
If anyone get in my way then ima do em trife
Don't make me lose my cool in this bitch or it's a scary sight
Or it's a motha fuckin scary sight
Bitch I want the whole team to eat, you wouldn't even share a bite
Sheesh damn, hadda switch it up a lil bit
Shit crazy dawg
Yeah it's Whiteloaf, waddup 64, X child on the beat
Written by: Connor Whitehead, Garrett Whitlow, Zack Kodlowski