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"ty go get that n-"
Yeah
Like how could you leave me on my own
Next thing you know shit went left
Good thing I'm used to the stress
Posed to stay with me when I'm right or wrong
Nah fuck that, give me three to the dome
Feeling like my n- melo (yeah)
& we made it out the ghetto
Yeah, this my taurus flow
So listen up close
Do you hear what I'm saying
There ain't nomore playing, weigh ins
Keep a tank on me like I'm davis
I've seen hoopers turn shooters
& they all ain't gangbanging
Son's dying, mommas crying
Let the reverend get to praying
It's not what you say it's how you say it
Everyday my lifestyle changing
What goes around comes around
From mistakes I'm still making
My mind all up in the clouds
It feels like I'm in a matrix
I be really in & out
Can't let em know what I'm thinking
Just keeping it real, ain't signing no deals
But along the way I had some help
Can't say I did it all
Even though I did this all by myself
Guapi my jeans & it's two b.b simons on the belt
Ion really give a fuck how you feel
It's cool when they do it
When I do it it's a problem, now I'm giving em chills
Like how could you leave me on my own
Next thing you know shit went left
Good thing I'm used to the stress
Posed to stay with me when I'm right or wrong
Nah fuck that, give me three to the dome (boaw)
Feeling like my n- melo (yeah)
& we made it out the ghetto
Yeah, this my taurus flow
So listen up close
Do you hear what I'm saying
There ain't nomore playing, weigh ins
Keep a tank on me like I'm davis
I've seen hoopers turn shooters
& they all ain't gangbanging
Son's dying, mommas crying
Let the reverend get to praying
It's not what you say it's how you say it
(Yeah)
It's not what you say it's how you say it
(Yeah)
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Writer(s): Tyrese Gentry
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