E.I.G - THE FIGHTER (feat. Keeda Dézhon)

Trynna put your situations on me now
Acting like you want me when they not around
Now you know I'm not an option
Nobody knows, nobody knows the real you, yeah
Ice all in my pockets trynna run me down
Hating how you moving cuz it's not my style
Bet you think you really got it
Stuck on these hoes, stuck in my flow, yeah I hate you
I’ve been told, my problem is I’m way to quiet
I don’t say how I feel, I just keep acting on it
What the fuck you expect from mr. unpredictable?
Every question that I’ve posed is keeping me hysterical
Why I fall in love with a girl that just keep moving round?
I Got in debt with my vices, why can’t I put them down?
Pick me up, I need help, stuck in Lost and Found
Feel like I’m running out of time, no point in keeping count
Cuz I’ve been fighting a war, The enemy myself
I had to throw out assumptions so I can work towards wealth
I finally realized that I’m wrong, I learned to listen to ‘em
Long time coming, how’d you ever keep your patience for me?
I can’t stop the running, I can’t stop this hell
I can’t believe that I am stuck inside this fucking cell
Break the lock, find the key, please come let me out
I’ve been praying to God, so please just hear my sound
Trynna put your situations on me now
Acting like you want me when they not around
Now you know I'm not an option
Nobody knows, nobody knows the real you, yeah
Ice all in my pockets trynna run me down
Hating how you moving cuz it's not my style
Bet you think you really got it
Stuck on these hoes, stuck in my flow, yeah I hate you
If my mission ice on my wrist you’d never hear from me again
I turn the other cheek to ignorance and mortal sin
Pressing pause on this time I need to take reflection
I sent her text after text but still ain’t seen no message
Fuck my adulteration. Lord, where’s the obligations?
If I’m the devil, where my horns? Are they behind my faces?
I’m adding bleach to my blood so I can feel less anxious
If you ain’t see it, you ain’t know and that’s my mission statement
I try to help my friends but really need to guide myself
I’m self proclaimed call me fighter with the title belt
I take a Chance and take a punch that shit knock down my health
I get back up, there’s endless practice with this hand I’m dealt
You think you counting cards and trynna predict situations
I flip the script and give a fuck you to investigations
I’ve seen some cops plant some shit inside my brothers basement
You think that’s fair? I’m trying give these motherfuckers face lifts
Trynna put your situations on me now
Acting like you want me when they not around
Now you know I'm not an option
Nobody knows, nobody knows the real you, yeah
Ice all in my pockets trynna run me down
Hating how you moving cuz it's not my style
Bet you think you really got it
Stuck on these hoes, stuck in my flow, yeah I hate you
Trynna put your situations on me now
Acting like you want me when they not around
Now you know I'm not an option
Nobody knows, nobody knows the real you, yeah
Ice all in my pockets trynna run me down
Hating how you moving cuz it's not my style
Bet you think you really got it
Stuck on these hoes, stuck in my flow, yeah I hate you

Written by:
Erik Gill, Keelin Johnson, Roberto Guardiola

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