Lirik

Great John on the beat, by the way Ohhhh, yeah, oh, yeah Too much pain, too much pain, Fross (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch I really let that thing buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (ooo) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Huh) Yeah yeah OFFWHITE drip, no basic When I get bent, don't chase 'em Moonrock spliff, my car like spaceship Take big trips, big rating[?] Two floors spot whole gang get sanctioned (yeah) If I want it, I'll take it Ain't have shit, why you made I made it? (yeahh) 'Cause you know I been going through it But I gotta keep it movin' In this foreign car, I'm zoomin' And if you out here trickin' on some bitch then you losin' I ain't really have shit in my life, jus' know that Anything I grasp on, know I hold on tight Day after day, prime after prime Know I'm still gon' fight It could be a whole war in this bitch Imma make it home by tonight, nigga Imma make it home by da, night Tonight, I'm boutta catch me a drill (yeah yeah) By the morning, I'll sell those pills Rent comin' soon, gotta pay those bills Need weed, hear the bro got deals Through the time, only gang can squeal Free Dev, he the realest of the real Free Bo-Dot bring him close up the jail, close up the jail (Huh) Can't fit shoes, can't try to walk a nigga life Like pencils, keep lead on me through the night Official niggas always dyin', ain't right Like Blue's Clues, he a mystery if he lie Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fross (Huh) (Hook) I was jus' hittin' licks everyday tryna get my bank up Niggas hatin' on me, sick Tryna bite, now I gotta keep that thang tucked Know I got good sight, I can see him Watch out let me let that thang buss DND on bitches hittin' up my phone I ain't tryna say nun, I ain't tryna say nothing I am jus' living that lifestyle (That lifestyle) That's word to my mother I can't with you niggas, you play tryna cross bounds (huh) And nah I can't love on these bitches, They playin and starting to sneak now[?] (huh) But free up all my felons (oh yeah) Love my fallen up in Heaven Forgive me Father up in Heaven (Forgive me Father up in Heaven) (I love all my fallen up in Heaven)
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Elijah Marcel Quamina, Karel Jorge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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