Lirik

TayTay made the beat Money gon' hurt you, I know you don't feel me Niggas talkin' crazy, boy, I swear that shit kill me Forever, forever As long as you real, we gon' always be together Label tryna tell me to switch my style Say I'm in the hood too much, and I'm too wild Long as y'all get yours, I'ma get mine Old lawyer taking Xan, probably gotta sit down Gotti just called, hope they free my dawg When shit ain't going right, wish it was me and not y'all Fuck paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you Wish you had a bond, you know money ain't the issue And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my niggas And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag, still on my own Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it Keep making us proud or all of this shit don't matter I'ma hold it down, still write my letters Bitch come around, must've seen my Patek Still selling to the addict, used to be the way I eat Send a Wocky to my dad, say he been having problems sleepin' Keep my music to myself, really don't wanna do no features I can't wait 'til I see you, fill you in on what's happenin' Niggas hating on me, prolly mad that I'm a rapper I had to check the luggage, can't be traveling, too much baggage I thought niggas was happy, real talk, I seen it all R.I.P. to Rece, you the one I see in all us And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my niggas And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag, still on my own And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you All those people 'round really ain't my niggas And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still Still doing work for my son Still in my bag
Writer(s): Tavian Dawson Carter, Dion Marquise Hayes, Julien Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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