Love of the f-35 by Troy Lyrics
I don’t know what to say
Is my boy ok?
Whole project bout internal struggle
About pain given no rebuttle
But did I really struggle?
Cuz as my feet shuffle words mumble knees crumble
One sentence reminds about the real people w bags under there eyes no duffle
Riding the shuttle
While I’m plottin on girls to shag they rumble
With life everyday
Like they in the boxing ring for minimum wage
This ain’t Money may
This that cold winter day
Wind whipping like we slaves
Just home on the way
Thinkin bout some stupid heart break
X text from the day
Brain in dismay
Pulled to the other side of the way wonder why
Figure I did something unwise
News came to me and my insides cried
My guy bringing in a life when he ain’t even lived his
He bout to have a whole wife and a kid and he still a kid
Just grinding for a game that should give to him
All the blood sweat and tears he been living in
Years after year
Pick after pick still not picking him
Black Jesus I know u stick wit him
So why u let life keep sticking him kicking him dissin him
Like bruise straight punch straight killin him
The fight ain’t fair who fixin it?
I know u got a plan when’s it kicking in
Cuz I told him I could pitch in
But that’s dream pitched to him
Cuz my pockets light no checks no tickin it
So how ima give the kid a pot when I can’t even piss in it?
Hold up lemme switch it
Jesus I know this wrong cuz u do all right
But his life screen broke where’s his bag of rice?
Where’s her bag of rice?
Tears run down her cheeks at night cuz it might not go right
She had hopes and dreams
Do they disappear outta sight?
Where’s the #shawtyoesntneedtobescaredforherlife?
He still supporting no run no flight
She still supporting no run no flight
Hold up lemme switch wit it
This whole project bout love an hate
So in conclusion life u either love or hate
Life throw a hunnid different plays
Tryna get ya quarterback hurt the theisman way
But me and my boy on a different wave
So mean while when I’m on arena stage
All that blood and sweat gets a pick six today
Zeros unlimited on his check today
His kid never gotta worry bout lives curves, they get it pitched straight
Is my boy ok?
Whole project bout internal struggle
About pain given no rebuttle
But did I really struggle?
Cuz as my feet shuffle words mumble knees crumble
One sentence reminds about the real people w bags under there eyes no duffle
Riding the shuttle
While I’m plottin on girls to shag they rumble
With life everyday
Like they in the boxing ring for minimum wage
This ain’t Money may
This that cold winter day
Wind whipping like we slaves
Just home on the way
Thinkin bout some stupid heart break
X text from the day
Brain in dismay
Pulled to the other side of the way wonder why
Figure I did something unwise
News came to me and my insides cried
My guy bringing in a life when he ain’t even lived his
He bout to have a whole wife and a kid and he still a kid
Just grinding for a game that should give to him
All the blood sweat and tears he been living in
Years after year
Pick after pick still not picking him
Black Jesus I know u stick wit him
So why u let life keep sticking him kicking him dissin him
Like bruise straight punch straight killin him
The fight ain’t fair who fixin it?
I know u got a plan when’s it kicking in
Cuz I told him I could pitch in
But that’s dream pitched to him
Cuz my pockets light no checks no tickin it
So how ima give the kid a pot when I can’t even piss in it?
Hold up lemme switch it
Jesus I know this wrong cuz u do all right
But his life screen broke where’s his bag of rice?
Where’s her bag of rice?
Tears run down her cheeks at night cuz it might not go right
She had hopes and dreams
Do they disappear outta sight?
Where’s the #shawtyoesntneedtobescaredforherlife?
He still supporting no run no flight
She still supporting no run no flight
Hold up lemme switch wit it
This whole project bout love an hate
So in conclusion life u either love or hate
Life throw a hunnid different plays
Tryna get ya quarterback hurt the theisman way
But me and my boy on a different wave
So mean while when I’m on arena stage
All that blood and sweat gets a pick six today
Zeros unlimited on his check today
His kid never gotta worry bout lives curves, they get it pitched straight