Lean on Me

CashMoneyAP Yeah, yeah, oh I had gave you so much real, I shouldn't have done that I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me My first time on TV was the news, nigga Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (ayy) I was just broke, it's amazin' Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery I know you don't drink Promethazine I still want you to lean on me I'm sorry the streets been callin' me I just hate when you take my dawgs from me So just in case I buy another Frenchie I go out my way to kill enemies Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Bitch, you could have a hundred guns But it's about what you gon' do with 'em On top of my opps like mountains I hate to say what I'm gon' do with 'em My shooters somethin' like Babe Ruth, just ordered me a new hitter And he's from New York and I'm a giant, nigga, who little? This shit somethin' like the music app, you spin, it get more realer I'm not a gentleman, I walk in and let the door hit her The label, they just cut the check and I ain't have no scissors Blue face hundreds, my money ain't got no rhythm Know my jit gon' step, that's why I'm standin' on the porch with him I'ma win and I got ties now, I ain't sparin' no nickle Real dream chaser, tomorrow I might go and buy some four wheelers Tywan was at the corner store with a Mad Dog and a four nickle Nigga made me mad, dawg, I flash out with no liquor You a rapper, not a real nigga, they need to log you out of Triller I just wanna be alone And leave all of my people strong I still can't believe we on I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy My bedroom and my car, it got the same curtains I know it helped me when you changed, but it's still hurt me I had to fight all my feelings, it just wasn't workin' I still ride around with my metal, she got plastic surgery I had gave you so much real, I shouldn't have done that I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me My first time on TV was the news, nigga Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (ayy) I was just broke, it's amazin' Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery I just wanna be alone And leave all of my people strong I still can't believe we on I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy I know you don't drink Promethazine I still want you to lean on me I'm sorry the streets been callin' me