Lyrics

They can't get nothin' from me I did some things and gain nothin' from it And I was locked up when they put them chains on me (Great John on the beat, by the way) Look, look I'm about makin' money Laughin', jokin' when there's nothin' funny You wasn't there, can't get nothin' from me I did some things, ain't gain nothin' from it And I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh Mama, just pray for me I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh Mama, just wait on me You know they ain't show no love to me Some gon' look up to me, nigga But fuck it, I'm coolin' Ain't have no bag for me Say you feel bad for me I got the work and I moved it Charge like a battery Demons, they battle me I got some pain, I might lose it (Yeah, I got some pain, I might lose it) (I got some pain and confusion) I got some niggas who sentence like essays I put all they names in my music, huh Pain that we put in Never let 'em tell you that you can't, no, you couldn't Me and you could never be the same, no, we couldn't Get my mother rich, seen the chance and I took it Sky was all black, never wished on a star, huh Family proud of me now Boy, you so dark, how you shine like a star? Huh How you shine like a star? Huh Boy, I'm about makin' money Laughin', jokin' when there's nothin' funny You wasn't there, can't get nothin' from me I did some things, ain't gain nothin' from it And I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh Mama, just pray for me I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh Mama, just wait on me Yeah, I bet they don't know how I'm feelin' I bet they ain't real The look in my eyes, you can tell I'm a driller I looked up to them killers Takin' drugs, I hope these Perc's don't kill us In my Birk', no filter, look I want that new whip out the dealer Gave my mama a couple of grand I gotta move quick, can't stand up I've been through shit that you won't understand I got some bruises won't heal up I just hope I get better again Say you gon' do this, you gon' do that I ain't never see you do a thing Gun to your head, son, like a durag I feel a way and we bustin' your brain, look You ain't gon' bust on them things I feel like an animal no one can tame, huh Rather the fortune than fame But you can get fortune without all of the fame Don't get split like a fraction Me and my dawgs bite first, get to yappin' (yappin') Remember days loadin' up magazines Now they see us, we all up in magazines I'm about makin' money Laughin', jokin' when there's nothin' funny You wasn't there, can't get nothin' from me I did some things, ain't gain nothin' from it And I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh Mama, just pray for me I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh Mama, just wait on me
Writer(s): Nicholas Michetti, Tegan Chambers, Johnathan Michael Scott, Unkown Writer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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