Fix ft. Junk Lyrics

I'm getting tired but I cannot quit

The road has been long, how long does it get

I've been testing my patience, trying not to get rich

But the moneys been coming, it is what it is

Stress in the air, try not to get sick

I've been finding my self, I got lost as a kid

Pushing the limits in search for a difference or what evers missing left for me to fix

I'm getting tired but I cannot quit

The road has been long, how long does it get

I've been testing my patience, trying not to get rich

But the moneys been coming, it is what it is

Stress in the air, try not to get sick

I've been finding my self, I got lost as a kid

Pushing the limits in search for a difference or what evers missing left for me to fix

I think about times that I missed, how my time was at risk within those situation

I think about nights that I skipped writing notes on my desk getting lost in the basement

Or what about when all my friends started doing drugs and I lost all inspiration

I knew that the future would be good to me, I could feel it, it's anticipation

So thank you for waiting

That goes to all of the people around me who I never worried bout saving

Or all all of the people who stayed down when I had a mission but struggled to pay rent

I knew that some doubt me and dissed when found out that hippy collected a payment

But I had them muted, I noticed that fools would do anything here for engagement

I'm getting tired but I cannot quit

The road has been long, how long does it get

I've been testing my patience, trying not to get rich

But the moneys been coming, it is what it is

Stress in the air, try not to get sick

I've been finding my self, I got lost as a kid

Pushing the limits in search for a difference or what evers missing left for me to fix

I'm getting tired but I cannot quit

The road has been long, how long does it get

I've been testing my patience, trying not to get rich

But the moneys been coming, it is what it is

Stress in the air, try not to get sick

I've been finding my self, I got lost as a kid

Pushing the limits in search for a difference or what evers missing left for me to fix

(JUNK)

(Yeah) The money is coming but that don't mean nothing

I'm hungry for something so give me some more

They got me out here, ima get me the loot ima

I want biggie shit bitch ima kick in the door

I got some decimals now but I'm coming from sleeping on living room floors

With no pillows, had to roll up that hoodie and sleep on that bitch, holy shit I was poor

It's true as a kid I was lost

But as an adult, haven't figured it out yet

I was indulging in anything

I was using my addiction as a simple outlet

(Woah)

Look at me out grow all of that

And now I'm rapping bout it and I'm feeling blessed

Really happy bout it

Catch me in the flesh like a tatted body

Bitch I'm Gone

I'm getting tired but I cannot quit

The road has been long, how long does it get

I've been testing my patience, trying not to get rich

But the moneys been coming, it is what it is

Stress in the air, try not to get sick

I've been finding my self, I got lost as a kid

Pushing the limits in search for a difference or what evers missing left for me to fix