"Accept It" lyrics
(We want Kushgod at top of the charts)
They say it's all on me
Shit, who the fuck I call when it fall on me
And I know I hold the torch and this hard on me
And I ain't heard from my dawg this shit bothering me
I got a box in the mail now, cops on my trail now
Opps getting nailed down, watch, they'll tell now
Doing drugs, now they in the studio
What the fuck I'm doing, shit I'm really Big Doodie Lo
Why you in the trenches, you ain't even bring security
I'm still Lil Baby, I ain't really really hearing me
Because, let's say, you dumb fuck
Should've had your killers with the guns out, you wouldn't
Have got stuck up
Yeah that's my bad, I fucked up
But I had God, when I could've died, I know I ain't look up
And that Internet? I don't get the internet
All's you gotta do is drop em, and I'm spinning that
I've been on your side when you wrong, why you feeling that
You was spendin' some money on these hoes
Where your niggas at?
Lotta niggas turnt they back on us when the Voice left
Remember V Roy and Bald head yeah we scorched it
Songs tell fortunes, my voice still raspy
Put a price on a casket, this the life of assassins
If you see the blue lights better dash em
And I don't read comments to stop me from crashin
Lil V called me, Crack choked body
Lotta niggas here for the rise, we ain't fallin
Whip drugs nauseous, Big bad bosses
Get popped lil artist, I don't do arguing
See a lot of artists ride nigga's dick, cause he balling
Who the fuck y'all call for a verse when you started?
On the first, we were starving, full stem slate
Was none in the fridge, no forks, 2 plates
And my mama did the best she could
And I wish a nigga would, tell me that it's up
And I want to do it
A lot of trauma got me paranoid, Schizophrenic
Got me hearing voices, I came from the block
Now I'm the landlord
Music went down, the guys still gave me another check
I'mma die real nigga, tell em kill me with my last breath
And I know that sound fucked up
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
They have to accept that
(I be feeling anxious)
(I be really taking my time)
(Got me wanting lame shit)
(Calling you my Valentine)
(Cause it's all for you, oh)
(It's for you, it's for you, it's for you, yeah yeah)
(Oh, shit, it's all for you, yeah yeah)
(It's for you, it's for you, it's for you, yeah yeah)
(We want Kushgod at top of the charts)
They say it's all on me
Shit, who the fuck I call when it fall on me
And I know I hold the torch and this hard on me
And I ain't heard from my dawg this shit bothering me
I got a box in the mail now, cops on my trail now
Opps getting nailed down, watch, they'll tell now
Doing drugs, now they in the studio
What the fuck I'm doing, shit I'm really Big Doodie Lo
Why you in the trenches, you ain't even bring security
I'm still Lil Baby, I ain't really really hearing me
Because, let's say, you dumb fuck
Should've had your killers with the guns out, you wouldn't
Have got stuck up
Yeah that's my bad, I fucked up
But I had God, when I could've died, I know I ain't look up
And that Internet? I don't get the internet
All's you gotta do is drop em, and I'm spinning that
I've been on your side when you wrong, why you feeling that
You was spendin' some money on these hoes
Where your niggas at?
Lotta niggas turnt they back on us when the Voice left
Remember V Roy and Bald head yeah we scorched it
Songs tell fortunes, my voice still raspy
Put a price on a casket, this the life of assassins
If you see the blue lights better dash em
And I don't read comments to stop me from crashin
Lil V called me, Crack choked body
Lotta niggas here for the rise, we ain't fallin
Whip drugs nauseous, Big bad bosses
Get popped lil artist, I don't do arguing
See a lot of artists ride nigga's dick, cause he balling
Who the fuck y'all call for a verse when you started?
On the first, we were starving, full stem slate
Was none in the fridge, no forks, 2 plates
And my mama did the best she could
And I wish a nigga would, tell me that it's up
And I want to do it
A lot of trauma got me paranoid, Schizophrenic
Got me hearing voices, I came from the block
Now I'm the landlord
Music went down, the guys still gave me another check
I'mma die real nigga, tell em kill me with my last breath
And I know that sound fucked up
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
They have to accept that
(I be feeling anxious)
(I be really taking my time)
(Got me wanting lame shit)
(Calling you my Valentine)
(Cause it's all for you, oh)
(It's for you, it's for you, it's for you, yeah yeah)
(Oh, shit, it's all for you, yeah yeah)
(It's for you, it's for you, it's for you, yeah yeah)
(We want Kushgod at top of the charts)
