Lyrics

It's a wrap nigga Gifted, still I'm cursed like every black nigga If I go back, would you promise I'm gon' scrap with ya? That's the facts nigga, give a fuck about these rap niggas Cause half the one's I seen pussy I just want a bitch that say "I love it when you sing Boogie" This why niggas never seen pussy Down talking other niggas, why you gotta read the pussy? But let me get back to this real shit I was on the field, [?] my dad was on a guilt trip They wonder why I never feel shit It's crazy how that deadbeat could still produce this real shit Music of my life, at least it ain't no dance shit This for the ones who never really had a chance shit Like a fuck a gun and knuckle up and throw your hands shit Like fuck a later, handle shit right where you stand shit Like fuck it, I'm adapting while they crashing Family over everything, forever be my fraction What if I subtract it, all that shit that got y'all sackin' If the screen up on my phone was all I really had crackin' Would you still fuck with me? Just want a bitch that say she love me and she stuck with me Now I got no niggas tryna see wassup with me Then they telling other niggas how they always fuck with me I guess we all human, just look at everything we ruin When Manny got killed and I was sitting at the viewing With his name upon my teeth from all this bullshit that's brewing That's all bad, man I say everything is all bad And watch them niggas always drinking out of tall glass They thirsty, uh And don't be judging like a court Cause I'ma tell yo ass to go and get a jersey Like your heart gon' need, gang, your all gon' need gang Get your head up out yo tail, boy we all gon' see change From where they speak change, it's so they can get some pleasure The quitting niggas always saying eff it to the effort I hope that affected by the message Words in the sky, I be damned if I text it I said this in the sky so I'm hoping that y'all catch it Sinning in my records, but I'm hoping God bless it I'm hoping God bless it We all gon' see change, you just keep acting like we not I ain't talking bout no struggle, I ain't talking bout no block Every nigga in the bubble, every nigga tryna pop Learn to recognize a ocean full of lies When the women I was stroking had no hope up in their eyes And that nigga stay afloat cause of that boat that just arrived Nigga dead upon the land, look at the vultures in the sky Dried out feelings, these the moments that I cry No these the moments that I rise to truth Looking in the skies of the Gods for my truth Then I think to myself, I thank God I'm the proof I thank God I'm the I show you all my pain, and I show you all my shame And now I'm stuck up in the game with all this shit up on my brain Like we all gon' see change, like we all gon' see change
Writer(s): Sam Cooke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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