The Way - Goodbye Tomorrow

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up x4

C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon x4

I been rappin' too much nigga my head hurt

Fixin' everybody problems only make my own worse (c'mon)

Ex out the phonebook and call it another chapter

You lookin' backwards and I’m just movin' past her

I got demons this weed is helpin' me exit out

Just tryna taste a lil somethin' 'for I exit out

I need a open door, I’m lookin' for an exit route

Really I just wanna make my momma extra proud

Count your blessings for you go to sleep

We from the murder capitol, shout out to Chief Keef

We through fuckin' with you other niggas, weak

Man I do this shit like 7 days a week, nigga uh

Lookin' at promoters all crazy like why don’t you pay me?

I heard to make it, gotta sell your soul to Hades, yeah I sold it

Then I stole it back, nigga

All I care about is bitches, money, weed, and rap nigga yeah

Hol' up, hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay

Hol' up, hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way x2

All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3

(c'mon, aw damn, aw damn, well yeah)

Hol up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay, (slide)

All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3

(c'mon, aw damn, well yeah, aw damn)

Hol up, hol up, man you know a nigga on his way (we slidin)

I’m lost for words at a presence

Cuz I felt at a loss when my ex wasn’t present

Do I regret it?

Maybe so

Sippin' on this drink, while I’m swallowin' these whole

Swallowed in by these hoes, man they swallow it by the load

Even though I’m in this extra crowded room, I feel alone

Yeah I’m faded, damn

Man I’m fuckin' gone

I bottled up my problems in this bottle of Patron

God forgive him I never beg for permission

Lately I been doin' shit without thinkin', I’m trippin', yeah

But how you feel if nobody would listen?

And your idol say you dope, but stood idle while you slippin'?

Food and Liquor, I’m with my niggas, the room is spinnin'

They say you drown in your problems, I’m in a ocean swimmin'

I’m in a new position, I’m not opposed to sinnin'

I’m out here killin' niggas, lock your doors and shut ya windows

Yea and you could shut your mouth too

I see you stuntin' nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you

Man, man ya’ll ain’t on shit, ya’ll just dreamin' bout designer

We tryna style our own shit

You could see the fire in my eyes

I never let no hoes contribute to my demise

I never let some fuck shit ever put me out my mind

I just put my middle fingers to the sky, put em high up

Hol' up, hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay

Hol' up, hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way x2

All I, All I care about is money, bitches, weed, and rap nigga x3

Hol' up, man these niggas don’t want me to stay

Hol' up, man you know a nigga on his way, way, way, way

Man you know a nigga on his way

Way, way, way…

Whattup to niggas out there say I never blow up

Two niggas got they cameras on, you film it 'til you shut up

Two more niggas with holster canons made you shut up more

You thinkin god I fucked up, I, should’ve jumped on board back before

Cuz now them bandwagons off the market

It’s only camera flashes and red carpet

My nigga I can, see the crew in Cannes

Arguing over, which bitches we lettin' into the Lambo

Crazy talkin' but that nigga got insane flow

And I’m bout the throne that I rightfully was made for

And I want my checks nigga, blue checks, 0's

With a room full of hoes, ain’t about to put on clothes

We just dreamin' nigga

Willy Beamin we throwed, we young and reckless we don’t give no muthfuck if you

know

We-we just dreamin nigga

Willy Beamin, we throwed, we young and reckless we don’t give no muthafuck if

you know!