Lyrics

She sees me on her screen, now she really onto me I can't trust a soul, and we got that from the streets Gangster on the outside but inside she soften me Scraps got it in the jeans, so I'm steppin' comfortably We pulled up in the German like it's E-O They say my attitude stinks like it's B-O I'm still searching for my wife, I don't need hoes And we got it on a low so don't reach bro I fell in love with money, soon these hunnids and these thousand Not seen you in a while, why we on these calls for hours? Long 'til I reach my peak while I'm climbin' up this mountain They ain't heard of me, now they love the way I'm soundin' But this is just the intro, just to show them what it is How they older than me but these niggas still my kids? Didn't open up for years, now I'm cryin' all these tears While I conquer all my fears Always knew I'm different from my peers Dirty lies around me, only right my vision's clear Vacant in my struggle in the light they then appeared When I was down on my knees, everybody disappeared Ain't nobody that can tell me that they cared I pulled up with a baddie in an Addy straight from Cali Gelato 45, she don't like the taste of ami I'm still prayin' for these better things, uh Yeah, I'm married to the game without a wedding ring I pulled up with a baddie in an Addy straight from Cali Gelato 45, she don't like the taste of ami I'm still prayin' for these better things Yeah, I'm married to the game without a wedding ring Without a wedding ring Too asleep to stay awake but too awake too stay asleep Conflicted in my mind, I see nightmares in all my dreams I could never be a rat when I don't even like cheese They already know the pattern when I'm steppin' on the scene Before the rentals, it was pedal bikes Before my brother hit the T, it was sweets, now it's 35's for a nice price And they went sour when I stepped into the limelight When they got lemons, they made lemonade, but we made dirty Sprite I pulled up with a baddie in an Addy straight from Cali Gelato 45, she don't like the taste of ami I'm still prayin' for these better things, uh Yeah, I'm married to the game without a wedding ring I pulled up with a baddie in an Addy straight from Cali Gelato 45, she don't like the taste of ami I'm still prayin' for these better things Yeah, I'm married to the game without a wedding ring Without a wedding ring
Writer(s): Benjamin Bull, Shawn Calvin Vivian Smith, Zachariah Bull Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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