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I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said Got all these tears I done formed, but they ain't never shed They said they went through hell and back, when we was livin' there Tryna last a day inside my shoes when I got different pairs I can't believe this little bitch thought she was slick I got the spits and then I dipped, I had to show her that I didn't care I pay attention all the time, you got no choice but to respect it I can't let them take my life, that's why we walkin' 'round with weapons I can't get you off my mind, it's to the point where I be stressin' I got played so many times, it was all I expected, nah, nah Niggas televised my pain when I needed help I always thought I needed you, but bitch, I need myself Who am I to believe a bitch when I don't believe myself? And I refuse to please a bitch when I can please myself I had my back against the ropes, I had to protect myself The hopes I had were way too high, I used to upset myself I gave you way too many chances, I had to check myself How do you expect me to respect you and you don't respect yourself? You had no reason to do what you did, but you still did it, nigga They ain't think I'd make it out the hood until I did it, nigga This for all them days when I woke up and wished I didn't, nigga And where I'm from, we put in pain before we feel it, nigga I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said I felt no type of way, just take these bullets to the head I had what you need, I had what you want You was in these streets doin' niggas wrong Now you on my meat, singin' all my songs Now you wanna speak, blowin' up my phone I had what you need, I had what you want You was in these streets doin' niggas wrong When you be with your friends, you be singin' all my songs Now you wanna speak, you be blowin' up my phone I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed My back was turned when y'all was talkin', but I heard what y'all said I felt no type of way, just take these bullets to the head
Writer(s): Justin Irvin Rivera, Nathan Naeeb Guzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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