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Yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah They think that I'm okay, it ain't what it seem 'Cause I'm still grindin' and chasin' my dream My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby Fuck is a friend? If I been feeling fuck my brother lately? Cluthin' my pistol in that Lamb as I'm backin' out Dick on that switch, I rock Chanel, I keep my hammer cocked These percocet's like steroids, they got me stayin' strong And I been rockin' Palm Angels because I'm hands on Speezy with me, we reminiscin' through jail calls Shot the dice and come up That's the same thing that caused the fell off Too lit to post these sticks, they gon' raid us like Randy Moss Only wore that mask for COVID, we drill, then we'll take them off On that jet, I'm flyin', I'm tellin' Slim, "I'm so close to y'all" These tears that I'm holdin' in could overflow a shore My grandma dead, I wished the other one would love me more But she feel this money and this fame more important than her Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't) Yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't) Yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't) Gave them niggas everything they wanted For them to sit around and talk about me, yeah Like I ain't breakin' bread, like I didn't share Only thing you cannot get back on this Earth is time So I buy Audemars for when the county locked me down Feel like I got so much to prove, I can't lose All these tennis chains on, I couldn't afford tennis shoes I was in and out of jail, they was tellin' me I'm next Like how I'm sleepin' on a rack, I was sleepin' on a jet Screamin', "Fuck the industry", 'cause I can do it by myself Yeah I'm screamin', "Fuck the industry", 'cause I can do it by myself And I don't care none 'bout no paper, that don't make you niggas real Forget I'm famous, I start aimin', and shoot straight back to Mobile Hope he forgive me, I'm on codeine, tryna come up with a prayer Still buy designer, jewelry shinin', so these bitches know I'm, "Him" They think that I'm okay, it ain't what it seem 'Cause I'm still grindin' and chasin' my dream My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby Fuck is a friend? If I been feeling fuck my brother lately? Cluthin' my pistol in that Lamb as I'm backin' out Dick on that switch, I rock Chanel, I keep my hammer cocked These percocet's like steroids, they got me stayin' strong And I been rockin' Palm Angels because I'm hands on Speezy with me, we reminiscin' through jail calls Shot the dice and come up That's the same thing that caused the fell off Too lit to post these sticks, they gon' raid us like Randy Moss Only wore that mask for COVID, we drill, then we'll take them off On that jet, I'm flyin', I'm tellin' Slim, "I'm so close to y'all" These tears that I'm holdin' in could overflow a shore My grandma dead, I wished the other one would love me more But she feel this money and this fame more important than her Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't) Yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't) Yeah, yeah, yeah I just need someone to love (Since my brother don't, nigga, since my brother don't)
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Oscar Knight, Johnny Loomin, Shubhjit Balam, Ryan Youngblood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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