Lyrics

(Brandin Blanco) This shit ridiculous (Without you, without you in my life) Sad ass shit man Oowee I gave so many niggas chances to advance These niggas rather tussle with they girlfriend Than tussle with these bands I had to make a different plan for my hands These niggas still be happy from the stands How the fuck you feel like a man? ridin' anotha' dick I ain't never love my mama, how could I love a bitch? She chose to smoke the crumbs from bricks, I chose to go from crumbs to bricks It made me fit, my body immune to shit that make me quit Shit I ain't never have no cold, my mama made me sick I ain't had no kisses All my birthdays, I ain't have no wishes Like, how the fuck is this kitchen dirty when we ain't have no dishes? My life was vicious My mama ah leave me for a month, with chicken At her cousin house where she out smokin' with some nigga trickin' My struggle different My daddy was a security guard in a picket Checking for people ID's as they walked up in they business No pay per views, see my daddy could barely pay for shoes I used to wish he was The Rock, I wouldn't grabbed the tool I made the news, same age I was still makin' grades in school The only reason I got rich because I hate to lose I made the cruise and I ain't have nobody ship to use I ain't have nobody whip to move, I kept it smooth, And pushed it through (Without you, without you in my life) Without you Without you I did this shit without you I did this shit without you I ain't never had no assistance I did this on my own, I was gifted Nobody stood next to me, I used my own logistics I been prolific, look up in the sky, R.I.P to Nipsey Ah damn shame when you can't trust your set or your city It such a pity cause this the shit that we love more than titties (This shit is silly) But now that shit turnt over, we in Miami counting millys Jet skis on the water, we got sixers out from Philly, tryna score sumn Every bitch walk in this mansion, tryna hold sumn My bunny took off with his ice, the bitch call it snow running Fasho hunnids, it ain't no mo 5's up in these stacks buddy We buying buildings, built from scratch buddy, relax buddy I did it without you On sauce I did You shoulda stood in there nigga 10 toes down You shoulda kept yo feet to the muthafuckin' ground Shoulda kept yo mouth closed, you shouldn't made a sound All that bumpin' bout these millions, sayin' you gon hold it down But when that pressure turnt on you, you was the first to move around (Without you, without you in my life) (Without you, without you in my life)
Writer(s): Brandon White, Albert Mondane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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