Jonathan Isaiah - For the Other Ones lyrics

(scatting) Buda (Verse): This is for the youngin's who tried to fall in love This is for the sober who gave up all they f**s Saying let me hit it when it comes to the Then they realize That they feel ties See forreal Gods When they chillin' Like a villain I'm Nashvillian And I'm feeling For yo' ceiling Get you real high Then i steal it And i k** it Look at how the kid go make a beat and rip it Ask all my n***as beside me who done witnessed Be the same one's who said they didn't get it Just because yeen' wanna rhyme about shooting Or rhyme about stupid mistakes If the shoe fit, well gone head and hate Already got a lot on my plate I'm always showing love So i can't relate But i tell you When you real Why it seem like everybody else fake? Got some sh** to say? Well say it to my f**in' face Oh that's ya new chick? Hmmm.. well how the f** my nuts taste? Feeling like the rap game's Anubis But Buda be my f**ing name Coulda bought a f**ing chain Used to short a bunch of lames Used to play the game for fame Used to hold my head in shame Now it's for the love Whole reason why i'm spitting flames Cause regardless If you the hardest There's still gonna be another artist That's starving Still gonna be other moons you can target Still gonna be days which the lights darken Just gotta find a light out of all the darkness Start carving Yo' carvings And watch it all fall in place I Bet you gone find a smile on yo face (Chorus): And I'm tired of the d** Im tired of the ashing I'm tired of the liquor That they steady trine pa** me How i numb the pain Everybody tryna stab me? How can I erase The mistakes of the past me? These days Lately Have been rough I shol' nough' Never Thought I'd See ya' And give up It all falls down If you let this town See you with a frown And you can't stop now Gone head, grab yo crown Let happiness be found This is for the one's on the other side This is for the one's making music, been fly This is for the one's never working 9 to 5 This is for the one's justifying that the grind Will never die Getting by off some liquor A swisher full green That'll blast em up a mile high sh**.. Now let's get high b**h