Lyrics

Lately I been down so down yea I'm talkin four weeks straight, talkin four weeks straight Depressed all the time keep my mind still my head and my feet ache, yea then my feet ache This ain't for the club nah nigga this ain't for no DJ, ain't for no DJ For the cells where I come from where you get rawwed on a weekday, put this on replay If it relate to a nigga, and all these hoes been great to a nigga Main chick told me that she love me, [?] she was just fake to a nigga I'm flickin the switches put verses and digits Flightin on riches I handle my business You know we gon get it I toke it I live or I dare was a difference I made a decision I'm screamin (woo) Lord protect me keep the wind in my bag Pray for my niggas out on them streets Talkin bout the ones movin them packs It's a cold game, you could get jacked Then come back with some brains all splat But let me stop that, I don't live that life And a nigga like me don't wanna get off track, fuck it Chasing them hundreds I'm so used to nothin Coming through stuntin that feeling I love it It still doesn't cut I need something above it I'm drowning in liquor need twos in my stomach The coupe with the drama I'm sorry for mama Still in the hood that we tryna get outta Focus is dollars for Gucci and Prada They take all the money and make a fool out us Lord I'm tryna make a way I know you know this, know this Stay up out them streets cos they the coldest, coldest Tryna make a way I know you know this, know this Stay up out the streets and just stay focused, focused Yeah shawty stay focused, they gon try to pull you down Remember that you gotta stay focused, focused Yeah shawty stay focused, they gon try to pull you down 'Member that u gotta stay Lately I been down so down yea I'm talkin for like two weeks, talkin for like two weeks She ain't on my mind at the time so a nigga finna loose sleep, yea I'm finna loose sleep Talk behind my back but its fact when I tell you dat dem dudes weak, you ain't but them dudes weak Eyes on the prize at the time, never listen when them dudes speak So I'm screamin Lord protect me, keep my feet on the ground What's lost, paid the cost for what I knew then and what I knew now Open up that you [?] Will I ever make it? Talk like that and I hate to say that My head's been filled with new doubt, ouch On my own journey this shit don't concern me Don't fuck with Shaq then I flippin the birdie I know that you heard me alot of y'all worried I'll step in the game and if you won't get buried Retire you jersey you know that I'm worthy Take over shit and get done in a hurry No judge or the jury won't show us no mercy But fuck, the Lord, the cocaine hurt me Back up in this bitch, nigga, damn right I'm still breathin And when the lord call my name I ain't stayin, It's the only time I'll be leavin Feelings changed like the seasons, but I still wanted a reason Why she left me in pain when things could be the same But I guess she just don't see it, girl im sorry Lord I'm tryna make a way I know you know this, know this Stay up out them streets cos they the coldest, coldest Tryna make a way I know you know this, know this Stay up out the streets and just stay focused, focused Yeah shawty stay focused, they gon try to pull you down Remember that you gotta stay focused, focused Yeah shawty stay focused, they gon try to pull you down 'Member that u gotta stay
Writer(s): Shaquille Baptiste, Martin Pitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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