Lyrics

Got these niggas playin' catch-up, they must heard that I was winnin' Pour up in a Phantom, money, it get made any minute Designer junkie, I'm a crackhead whenever I'm in Lennox All my niggas know it's rod, man, they might lay down the dentist Pour this codeine up and take me to another world And if you love me, shawty, let me go and fuck on your girl I hope that God forgive me, I been takin' medicine Them dеvils at the door, I kill whoever lеt 'em in Knife in my hand, my heart on zero, I feel like Jayson Tatum Been hurt too much, won't let 'em too close, even my fuckin' labels I been eatin' with my left hand, the right one under the table 'Cause soon as they think they steppin' on me The doctors metal plate 'em We tote sticks like the Taliban, but name a time I ran Do two shows, a hundred stacks, that paper what I rack Tote clips, that's in my DNA, that mean we do not act I feel just like I'm Aaron Donald, I'm tryna get a sack Ayy, ayy, ayy These niggas watered down My neck so watered down These bitches watered down Pour up a lil' more extra These bitches way too extra We on another level Remember I was blind, now I pull up Cullinan Them hoes gon' follow us when I leave out the club I'm in I'm missin' Wap, but I can't blame him for the way I'm sippin' They gon' catch me up inside them chains Before they catch me slippin' I done flooded all my hoes' baguettes I been swervin' on the road to success I know speakin' ghetto interests the best No, I'm not happy 'cause I'm dealin' with that Right now, you feel like you alone But one day, you comin' home We can't sleep good, we never alone Problems, we just got to move on She from Ohio, she ain't never seen this much of money I left her buckeye I did time, I can't get the jail up out my head, rather my scalp dry Angel to my mama, wonderin' why the fuckin' feds wan' be the bad guy These scars, they overflow But I know I come out on top just like last time The shit I said fucked up JaMarcus Russell deal Fucked up my trust, so now it's hard for me to build Cried out for help, it seem like no one didn't hear That's probably why I put these pointers in my ear I tote them drums like I'm Travis, nigga, I'm not a barker I got no ceilings up in traffic, nigga, like Mr. Carter Won't say I worry, but we leave you, mama, devastated When you ball, you can throw it up like Tom Brady On the road, so sometimes when you call The signal will fail on you Girl, what you wanna do next? I'll never tell on you Your problems is just like your dress, whatever you see is through Forever, I ride for my guys until I'm sleepin' in a suit, nigga Forever, I ride, forever, I ride, forever, I ride Forever, I ride, forever, I ride, forever, I ride Got these niggas playin' catch-up (Ketchup) They must heard (Mustard) that I was winnin' Pour up in a Phantom, money, it get (made) any (minute) (Designer junkie), I'm a (crackhead) whenever I'm in (Lennox) All my niggas know it's (Rodman), they might lay down the (Dennis) Pour this codeine up and take me to another world And if you love me, shawty, let me go and fuck on your girl I hope that (God) forgive me, I been takin' medicine (sin) Them devils at the door, I kill whoever let 'em in (Knife) in my hand, my heart on (0), I feel like (Jayson) Tatum Been hurt too much, won't let 'em too close, even my fuckin' labels I been (eatin') with my left hand, the right one under the (table) 'Cause soon as they think they steppin' on me The doctors metal (plate) 'em We tote sticks like the (Tali6an), but name a time I ran (Iran) Do two shows, a hundred stacks, that paper what I rack (Iraq) Tote (clips), that's in my (DNA), that mean we (Do Not Act) I feel just like I'm (Aaron Donald), I'm tryna get a (sack)
Writer(s): Kobe V. Crawford, Ryan Joseph Youngblood, Vyizigiro Jeanmarie, Sherouse Braden, Dellow Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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