Lyrics

How the fuck it feel like this? Gotta be some real life shit How I get to spill like this? Maybe 'cuz I still might slip Why bother me, My shoulder can't take another chip My attempt can't be another brick With some cold players cutting in the Mothership Stay away from niggas on that other shit I regret the things that put me in the trap I know niggas finna stab me in the back Gotta own that shit cuz ain't no looking back Once I flex I be like dog fuck ya looking at? I got good relations with that ramen noodle pack Cheated on that bitch for lobster tails fully cracked that's a fact All my niggas getting figures where you at, All my ladies getting thicker, working to promote they business you appreciated baby where you at? Boost mobile Ima (chirp) that ass stat, Young mogul, been in vogue off the pack Still soulful, everything all black If ya noticed, I done took a step back Got focus, rolled the dice and relapsed Nigga chosen I was born not to crack Once I seen the roses it caused and explosion in my hat nigga How the fuck it feel like this? Gotta be some real life shit How I get to spill like this? Maybe 'cuz I still might slip Why bother me, My shoulder can't take another chip My attempt can't be another brick With some cold players cutting in the Mothership Stay away from niggas on that other shit Why bother me Plze don't follow me Keep yo apology Don't talk to me My nigga I been blacking on the fake heads Popping like black heads, it ain't kin everywhere, black feds everywhere Aware stay that vigilant Same grind since locks don't look here Don't hit me on my Nextel bitch It's Different chairs spoon gotta bend like a pay check fuck a check (Get a bag) Music hands like a gun in hand I need the bag I know my body, You lost probably, so fuck yo respect Lost scared like everybody else Wen you down bad you notice how you surround yo self Flip ceilings They tried to kill spirit not knowing how we got it how I get it out the mud Crabs, Rats got killed by the belt playing safe for Devil tongue and lips stay Tryna pen my script it's like that Like this How the fuck it feel like this? Gotta be some real life shit How I get to spill like this? Maybe 'cuz I still might slip Why bother me, My shoulder can't take another chip My attempt can't be another brick With some cold players cutting in the Mothership Stay away from niggas on that other shit
Writer(s): Matthews Lemorie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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