Tim Lariel - Strive lyrics

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Tim Lariel - Strive lyrics

[Hook] I strive to be the best I can I wanna live the way I should live But I know someday I'd be there for real And I'm going on and on and on On and on (I'm going on and on and on) I'd be there for real Verse I Give me the beat I'm dope on a track Got no loopholes Cause I smoke all the crack Tight like a pinhole Call me an a**hole But I'm on top a the charts Say what you want Murder She wrote Moving the coke Salary and Tax I'm gambling both Give me A million dollars I'd never be broke Swallow your words Now you starting to choke I got my reputation built on patience My perception for moving d** like Haitians Is like medications to patients Hospitals and Prisons That's what get the most population Its bad enough to be irrelevant to society for the nation Now you saying penitentiary would only hire me If I pull a gun on these homies who seem to try me Your autobiography'll be gone too soon So I try to stay off these beefs But you can't tell me to stay off these streets Music's food to the soul that's why I hop on these beats And Give to these starving kids What they don't have Something to believe in A form of hope to this epidemic poverty disease [Hook] I strive to be the best I can I wanna live the way I should live But I know someday I'd be there for real And I'm going on and on and on On and on (I'm going on and on and on) I'd be there for real Verse II Got to stop rapping bout things we don't have Fine Its great seeing is what you get When I get in this booth I try to paint a picture for my future Close my eyes So a better view I'd see of my visions with no distractions Picture my life and add "In Progress" as the caption Ferrari Versace Versace Bugatti Are you seeing the price tag for what you searching They say it cause they can purchase and import it But all you do is copy With your cheap rags youu ain't important Claim dope baller with empty pockets Momma trying to work her backs off to be making some profit To feed your ugly a** Pay for your books So you could get some knowledge But you fail to acknowledge That she dying trying to make a living You just got to make it worth it They ain't no one who's perfect Brought me to this world I'm Forever endebted None of her responsibilities she once ever ever neglected Trying find another substitute but there's no duplicate And I can't just wait To give her the life she deserve Lot of Peeps would hurt ya But she was made to nuture Like she was kept on reserve Life alone is torture d**h must be paradise Getting older and I'm getting wise I probably be at the smartest point of my life when I'm dead [Hook] I strive to be the best I can I wanna live the way I should live But I know someday I'd be there for real And I'm going on and on and on On and on (I'm going on and on and on) I'd be there for real [Outro] I go everywhere and they keep telling me its going to be better How can it be better when you do nothing about it Want respect?? Work for it Want trust?? Earn it Want love?? Prove you're worthy Want Faith?? Show me something you believe in Want forgiveness?? Get religious Want Hope?? Give hope Want them b**hes?? Get riches Want loyalty?? k** them snitches Want light?? Flip the switches