TELA - Success lyrics

rate me

Give it to me

[Hook]

I don't wanna be livin' this way

I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey

Cause success is the way of life

I don't wanna be livin' this way

I'd rather be set makin' money, every day hey

Cause success is the way of life

[Verse 1]

Get the vest out cause it's stressed out

And my tech's out, makin' people scream

Seen niggas without two head count doin' push ups

I'm doin' sit ups, we stay like healthy

Cause niggas on my block are tryin' daily to out weigh me

Say we Jesus, help us God, time for harm

I'm gettin' number from the greasin' off in my palm

But I want some harder armor

Change my ways and ways I praise, amazing grace

How sweet the sound but now I'm catchin' evil

They think I'm sequel, ya see them people

Behind the bush, they wanna cook us

Four more of them pussies on my pushin'

Against the breeze just like a kite

You got that right, no marchin' with me with cho' butter knife

This fight, don't need to make an effort, promise

Cause it's dark without my lights and they ain't gotta compass

Speed bumps got us slowed, swervin' pot holes

Up they nose, what is man that gains the world and lose his soul

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I do a movie with a doobie and some brothers

Then go back to mothers

Have some sour cream smothered and buttered, no onion

I chief on the steps, makin' peace with myself

Can't leave my cheese on the shelf

I know what's gonna be there, believe this

I can see or see this, families and orthopedics

Through the all valley seasons

Through earth, wind, and fires

But still pimps and liars got my family zoned and took us on higher

The scale is off the rim, somebody stole ya meal

How was I to tell, you was chokin high shit

A lot of time was wasted, on hoes in different places

I made the first step away like rehabilitation

I learned something so serious

Life is a game and when you play it's one time period

A lot of my niggas be playin' foul ball

Expect that tech when y'all ass get that last call

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Been up for days cause where I stays, I can't blaze

A nap and it's beginning to weigh heavy on my thinkin' cap

I'm gettin' higher but shit I'm tired

I'm bout to pass out, slowly and surely off the wire

Relyin' on the starin' image of pimp shit

Nothin' but a word I see is pity

Now that the rain is gone I maintain killin' prone

Protection if you restin' in my zone

They in my spot, my home see

They wanna take a load off my cot when you ain't makin' up ya own bed

Said Fred, that's the wrong leg snapper

You ain't gotta go home but I ain't cha' got damn Jed Clampett

But it's two misses that I miss in my direction

My own niggas in Memphis is cuttin' up my intersection

I did those and shattered lives and the lost souls

Save a prayer for them there table dancin' hoes

[Hook]

[Ad-libs to fade]