Qualified ft. YOUNGBOYAYZE Lyrics

This for all them times that just been stuck in my head

You can't tell me you ain't had times where you wish you was dead

New home, we couldn't qualify just like homestead

I ain't with the pillow talk but I lay awake in my bed

Early mornings and then more late nights

It's me against the world but it don't feel right

It's out of my hands so grip my fist tight

It's all apart of the plan just needa sit tight

Momma needed me home but it ain't no curfew

Problems ain't leaving me alone

Why does it hurt you

My girl to good to me

The world it don't deserve you

Trynna keep my spirits high

Just like the birds do

And that's my virtue

I really do this for my people

This for me and mine

I make this music for the streets

That's how we stay alive

We suffered too many headaches

This ain't what I had in mind

For the ones that went and turned their back

Same ones I left behind

I've been counting all my blessing

Lord can I just get another

Make me up a path for me, my sisters and my brothers

Free us of these problems if you feel we cannot trust um

If we do not want them call up Ayze and he'll bust um

I'm just praying to the sky

God can you give me a dub

I ain't talking bout them drugs

I've been sold out enough

I can feel in my blood

My heart done had enough

I just been through a lot

And I know I ain't the only one

This for all them times that just been stuck in my head

You can't tell me you ain't had times where you wish you was dead

New home, we couldn't qualify just like homestead

I ain't with the pillow talk but I lay awake in my bed

Early mornings and then more late nights

It's me against the world but it don't feel right

It's out of my hands so grip my fist tight

It's all apart of the plan just needa sit tight

Momma needed me home but it ain't no curfew

Problems ain't leaving me alone

Why does it hurt you

My girl to good to me

The world it don't deserve you

Trynna keep my spirits high

Just like the birds do

And that's my virtue

Trynna make it out the hood

I'm trynna stack a millie

My music finally reaching people

I got fans in Philly

I know it really hurt your ego

Say you fucking with me

But I'm a loyal ass kid put your trust up in me

Momma told me imma make it

Imma make it out

I told these niggas keep the fame

I don't want the clout

Niggas talked down on my name

You better watch your mouth

R-I-P to Young Dolph

I'm on a paper route

I was trynna get it since a young kid

Nah don't try to hit me with no dumb shit

Nah don't try to do that lil nigga

You think your 9 is big

Well my 4-5 is bigger

This for all them times that just been stuck in my head

You can't tell me you ain't had times where you wish you was dead

New home, we couldn't qualify just like homestead

I ain't with the pillow talk but I lay awake in my bed

Early mornings and then more late nights

It's me against the world but it don't feel right

It's out of my hands so grip my fist tight

It's all apart of the plan just needa sit tight

Momma needed me home but it ain't no curfew

Problems ain't leaving me alone

Why does it hurt you

My girl to good to me

The world it don't deserve you

Trynna keep my spirits high

Just like the birds do

And that's my virtue