Vacant Lyrics

Know we gotta get it right

We're running out of time

And gotta get it done uh

Put thirty bands on the line

Full send in the night

Yeah, we gotta run it up uh

And we ain't got time for no clowns

So just listen

If it ain't about the bag or the soul

Then forget it

All my bros counting racks

Surely they can grow with me

Fill the void in this vacant soul

They won't forget me

You only get one time

You only get one chance

And I'm gone to be damned

If I let the shit surpass me

I'm gone to do my dance and

My momma gone be proud of me

Feeling like my souls been repainted

To a masterpiece

I remember struggles

With my sisters and my brothers

No matter what we've been through

Was always there for each other

Promised them that I would make it

Out to take us out the gutter

Swear everything that I earn

Man, I owe it to my mother

And I'm better days is coming

I'm just sitting waiting patiently

Focused on my dreams

Manifesting for the best of me

Blocking out the foes

Bringing me that negativity

Gotta get right, my little brothers

Yeah, they look up to me

Know we gotta get it right

We're running out of time

And gotta get it done uh

Put thirty bands on the line

Full send in the night

Yeah, we gotta run it up our uh

And we ain't got time for no clowns

So just listen

If it ain't bout the bag or the soul

Then forget it

All my bros counting racks

Surely they can grow with me

Fill the void in this vacant soul

They won't forget me

See, I can see what's missing

Yeah, you know I got that recipe

Running up a check

To move my family

From up off the streets

Feeling all this pressure

Cause I know my family

Count on me

Gotta go hard, know a nigga

I got to bring the heat

Shit be fucking with my mind

Gotta keep my head up

For my mama, I'm gone shine

So that she can live it up

I ain't stopping till I die

Promise I won't give up

I'm gone try and keep on trying

Hope it really is enough uh

Cause we gotta get it, right

We're running out of time

And got to get it done uh

Put thirty bands on the line

Full send the night

Yeah, we gotta run it up uh

And we ain't got time for no clowns

So just listen

If it ain't bout the bag or the soul

Then forget it

All of my bros counting racks

Surely they can grow with me

Fill the void in this vacant soul

They won't forget me