And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Move too close, get caught up I'm in love with bad luck 'Cause I'm in love with bad luck So if you're gonna love me You gotta love deeper than that Now, if you're gonna leave me I'd hate for you to leave me a chance I'm in love with bad luck (I'm in love)

Only I can stop the rain Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh It's not that we gotta do what we do It's what we know So to me it ain't nothing but being true It doesn't have to be the way it is

I pulled up in some shit that make yo bitch go crazy (skrt, skrt) I ain't gotta like her pics, she know a nigga wavy (hey, hey) Ice, water on my wrist that's why these niggas hate me (water, splash) Gotta keep a strap, can't let these niggas play me Ice,

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

You've pushed me one too many times It's not that complicated and you ain't gotta believe They'll put me down in a hole before I let you succeed I've never been complacent, I can't afford to be I know you think you're special but you ain't nothin' I'm

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

You gotta love it You better own it And god knows it You gutta shu uh shove it I'm gonna make things happen Goin' round n' round n' round... Any way you can feel it You shouldn't try to conceal it baby You got to make up your mind Any way I can steal it