Cavalier - Badvice
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{Verse 1}
How do I set it off, Wheel of Fortune, defrosting
Yelling "what it cost me?" but that beat cost me four holsters
Every origin story is sorry, before it hit glory
I want a Drink Champs with NORE
But it was hitting more like Jerry Springer or Maury
Was never known for knocking back 40s
Now knocking on 40 with a small seed, hawking my poetry
When they only reward debauchery, nah nah
I seen it all too often, walking, not knowing our offering
In the street we was tripling Porsches
Enough to keep flipping, not switch up by crosses
The slope slippery road oil slick
I had to cut the cord, leave New York, follow my calling
It brought me all the way to New Orleans, but if you think
That the fruit or the problеms won't follow you along then
You not tending to your garden
Ohhhh
{Chorus}
Thought you had a nicе plan but life just got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relay)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
{Verse 2}
So tell 'em why you mad
If you burned every bridge you had
No one will swim to you, whether you deserve to live won't matter
That's just residual, all depends in the end still, sadly
Guess that's a hidden rule: They'll still hold it against you gladly
Tis the season, niggas having episodes
Still skipping stepping stones, throwing wrenches
Holding hammers, double edged souls
Blue collar robust, I roll blunts on the bus headed home
I'll be on the outskirt, never said "when in Rome," this Babylon
Eat off your legacy longer than you had bread living
Want you to be grateful dead, heaven sent, left on read
Hence, more blue to the head, the spread red ribbon
Boar's Heads and eggs, make the best with provisions
Survival tactics, walked around the light pole backwards
Planted myself, mind, body, and soul, those Black life hat tricks
Only thing I can't get back is time spent past this
Go ahead and run it back like classic
Ohhh
{Chorus}
Thought you had a nice plan but life just got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relay)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
Oh oh eyyy
What that say
{Verse 1}
How do I set it off, Wheel of Fortune, defrosting
Yelling "what it cost me?" but that beat cost me four holsters
Every origin story is sorry, before it hit glory
I want a Drink Champs with NORE
But it was hitting more like Jerry Springer or Maury
Was never known for knocking back 40s
Now knocking on 40 with a small seed, hawking my poetry
When they only reward debauchery, nah nah
I seen it all too often, walking, not knowing our offering
In the street we was tripling Porsches
Enough to keep flipping, not switch up by crosses
The slope slippery road oil slick
I had to cut the cord, leave New York, follow my calling
It brought me all the way to New Orleans, but if you think
That the fruit or the problеms won't follow you along then
You not tending to your garden
Ohhhh
{Chorus}
Thought you had a nicе plan but life just got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relay)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
{Verse 2}
So tell 'em why you mad
If you burned every bridge you had
No one will swim to you, whether you deserve to live won't matter
That's just residual, all depends in the end still, sadly
Guess that's a hidden rule: They'll still hold it against you gladly
Tis the season, niggas having episodes
Still skipping stepping stones, throwing wrenches
Holding hammers, double edged souls
Blue collar robust, I roll blunts on the bus headed home
I'll be on the outskirt, never said "when in Rome," this Babylon
Eat off your legacy longer than you had bread living
Want you to be grateful dead, heaven sent, left on read
Hence, more blue to the head, the spread red ribbon
Boar's Heads and eggs, make the best with provisions
Survival tactics, walked around the light pole backwards
Planted myself, mind, body, and soul, those Black life hat tricks
Only thing I can't get back is time spent past this
Go ahead and run it back like classic
Ohhh
{Chorus}
Thought you had a nice plan but life just got in the way
(Now it might just become what it may)
Yo, yo, you know it's 'bout right, but it's sounding cliché
(So you don't take the time to relay)
Hmm bro, you gotta show face, there'll be no one to blame
(Or you might just become what you hate)
Right, right, you gotta get a grip before it's getting away
(It's alright, cuz it's never too late)
Oh oh eyyy
What that say
