Finishline by Knxwledge Lyrics
I see niggas drop every single day
But I'm right back at it hustling every single way
Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith
Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time
I see niggas drop every single day
But I'm right back at it hustling every single way
Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith
Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time
All my niggas brilliant and if you broke you ain't a friend of mine
And all that being greedy ain't gon' work I seen a hundred times
Nigga lose a life every night tryna get a time
Fuckin with that corner, now they goners at the end of time
Nigga what your life like? mines real
I swear to god yall, yall don't know how I feel
Stuck up in the struggle with no way out
Like puff's album, fuck it, die, that's the slow way out
And there's no way I could fall victim to the streets
Its real you could be killed just for living in these streets
I ain't snitchin' to police, keep my mouth on zip
No more words for my cousin cuz the word he's a snitch
Other words, he's a bitch, can't trust him
Cuz soon as them crackers snatch him, he pointing like "that's them"
Live thrill when your cousin ain't your cousin and your homie like your brother
Cuz you stuck up in the struggle, never hungry cuz you hustle
You grind all the time cuz time is money and money-
But I'm right back at it hustling every single way
Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith
Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time
I see niggas drop every single day
But I'm right back at it hustling every single way
Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith
Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time
All my niggas brilliant and if you broke you ain't a friend of mine
And all that being greedy ain't gon' work I seen a hundred times
Nigga lose a life every night tryna get a time
Fuckin with that corner, now they goners at the end of time
Nigga what your life like? mines real
I swear to god yall, yall don't know how I feel
Stuck up in the struggle with no way out
Like puff's album, fuck it, die, that's the slow way out
And there's no way I could fall victim to the streets
Its real you could be killed just for living in these streets
I ain't snitchin' to police, keep my mouth on zip
No more words for my cousin cuz the word he's a snitch
Other words, he's a bitch, can't trust him
Cuz soon as them crackers snatch him, he pointing like "that's them"
Live thrill when your cousin ain't your cousin and your homie like your brother
Cuz you stuck up in the struggle, never hungry cuz you hustle
You grind all the time cuz time is money and money-