Starlito - Sober kickboxing lyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito] People keep telling me I'm finna blow like I don't know I'm t and t tired and thrown I been out on the road balling out of control like I'm out on parole Keep it real with my n***as but I lie to them hoes I gotta lot of them hoes I went to college before I study p-i-m-pology tho Ya probably think I'm rocking up dope Lil homie gotta flow that's as hot as a stove Put it in the microwave I gotta go That was so 2004 Newspaper on the public housing floor doing algebra 100 x pills taken out of the stove Why cause it equal bout a thousand bruh Money keep on piling up Firefighter style Lil bruh Its lito smooth but I'm wild as a Buck Speaking of whom free him too I heard Lil boosie might be home soon I'll love to book him for a show I'm always hustling you know what I'm doing Grinding hard you know times is hard Still ain't easy in the ville we in the middle of k**ing season These n***as ain't Eating give em a reason This is for the n***as that didn't believe me Soon as the money gone b**hes leaving And they ain't gone visit you neither Numbers get changed pictures deleted [Verse 2: Starlito] Voices in my head every time I say my prayers I'm on that thin line between prepared and scared These n***as will get you f**ed up Stay away from round em And if they switch sides on ya you might have to down em Homeboys went on tour I was selling quarter ounces Flipped that to a studio grinded up on bout 40thousand Bought a bell for thirty thousand fronted one for thirty thousand I decided I wouldn't paying and I'm no longer worried bout em Call me wrong cause if I answer the phone I know I'm sitting Right Here but behind these shades I'm gone You ain't on what I'm on I'm on some other sh** I called her up and said f** it I love you b**h She laughed and said I hate you too We probably f** later look what you made me do So reckless so careless I make her lazy too We Just be cool Don't need to stupid sh** Just to say we cool Everybody wanna be a wannabe stay in school I wanna be a colored T in a tub of bleach get faded fool And I say f** whoever made the rules We go broke and then we break em and then we make the news If only the newspaper knew The ultimate fight ain't on pay per view We Just been lied to But then we make it true Just like a cla**room Yea with a substitute Which means it's up to you You leave it up to them they say we got nothing to look forward to