Letra

Tryna put one in the coffin, and every time I go back to the hood (yeah, yeah, yeah) First time I walked a nigga down, was at 19 (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm traumatized by the blood in the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah) Told the Lord protect me from what I can't see (what I can't see) Ayy, I've been prayin' for my sins, for these felonies (yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies) They've been dissin', I've been focused on a better me (better me) Rappers act like they want smoke, they're really scared of me (yeah, yeah, yeah) My ex tried to move on, can't find another me Yeah, but most of these niggas scared of a nigga, mayne You see a nigga, you put your fuckin' head down, nigga And I'd be by myself, and you'd be with a thousand niggas, man Yeah for real, nigga (oh, oh) I keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal (hand on my metal) Ain't nobody give me shit, I had to get it together (I had to get it together) I'm too guarded 'bout my life, she left me cold with no sweater How you gon' look down on my ex, but you ain't treat me no better? (You ain't treat me no better) I put my gang up on my back, bitch, you should thank me (you should thank me) I know some people that I love, they hate they ain't me (they ain't) Some niggas wanna be my right hand, but they ain't Gee (they ain't) I drop a tear every time I see your baby Yeah, them niggas bullshit, nigga They got niggas who run though Don't nobody run nobody here, nigga Everybody bosses, nigga Yeah, nothin' but bosses over here, nigga These bitch ass niggas be lookin' up to niggas 'cause they got money and shit, man Y'all think that shit real? That shit don't make no nigga real, man 'Cause a nigga got money, man these niggas be ratin' everything with paper, nigga It's the most pussiest niggas out here got paper, man They got a million racks for money, y'all respect them niggas I can't respect that shit, son I just can't feel that shit, man I've been spendin' on the rentals 'round my town, whoa And I've been poppin' Percs, I'm gettin' time's up Catch him up in traffic, do a nigga nasty Bitch, it ain't a game, you can go and pick your casket They got them dick in the booty ass nigga What much you got on us? TBD shirt, what much you got on us? Why y'all bein' sure? What much you got on us? NBA, sir What much you got on us? You ride from your partner What sir? Grown ass, dumb ass, fake ass, bitch ass nigga You're gonna embarrass your-
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Noah Davis, Fredrick Ii Givens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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