Young Aspect - Deep End lyrics

[Intro] One-two, one-two One-two, one-two [Verse 1] I work hard for a profit, I got lint balls in my pockets Haters stopping, move with caution These opportunities knocking, get it popping Fill my body up with toxins everyday Challenges right in front of me, I walk a different way So it's hard for me to achieve goals when I don't got motivation With the lime light in my eyesight but I still can't find the patience And I hate it, I think too much and I drink too much so I'm faded In the hot tub got her naked, playing californiacation I tell myself that I made it but I know that's not the case I'mma cop a Glock then pop a shot like open up the safe I've been waiting forever and it's been taking forever My blood's cold, I'm walking in the rain with no sweater I do it dolo, and pave my own lane for the better Chasing the cheddar, pacing waiting cause the pain got me fed up They can't hang when the game change they shook of what could happen But I won't stop 'till my heart stops and they put me in that casket I do this cause' I need this and I see this as my pa**ion I'm up all night and I'm sleepless and I'm dreaming of expansion That's what happens, it's crazy I'm excited for the outcome Stressing is my weapon I won't leave the house without one [Hook] As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning I'm out here and I'm tryna get rich But as the money goes missing, these people act different It's cause' they know I'm on my sh** But I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end No, I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end [Verse 2] I trust few and I doubt some They only there when the drought come This rap sh** is my sidekick when I'm frustrated and down some I stack loot and I save up, my attitude is just pay up So I f** the beat then we break up I run the scene like the grey cup I'm in the club with that thang tucked Say the wrong thing and get laced up I don't play tough I just hate chumps Who act hard when it's made up It's all the same procedure I steal meals when I'm eager The real deal and you Bieber Got wheels of steel like a leader I don't need ya, so you can miss me with the phone calls I tour the country getting' money with my road dogs And I've been waiting on that green light for so long Truth is all these dudes s** like blow jobs I get tired but I can't sleep, I'm still stuck in the back seat I'm driving round' at a fast speed 'Till I start to swerve and I can't see I lose faith and I find more I'm screw face and a crime lord I'm too baked and my eyes sore My dues making me grind more (it's Merk) [Hook] As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning I'm out here and I'm tryna get rich But as the money goes missing, these people act different It's cause' they know I'm on my sh** But I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end No, I don't need them, I'm stuck in the deep end