(Kez, what up?) Uh-uh, uh Uh, turn one up Ah I'm sorry, baby, I'm done arguing (LamarcusJ all on the beats now) Nah, I ain't got time for that Know you seeing all these niggas dying, don't ask me why I'm strapped
I'm sorry, baby, I'm done arguing Nah, I ain't got time for that Know you seeing all these niggas dying, don't ask me why I'm strapped I remember asking them for favors, they ain't even call me back Now I'm havin' racks Look how many times I could've brought it back And I know I hurt you first, don't do it back, it ain't even call for that They put me last, now I'm on they head just like a bald patch Remember just being on my dick, man, it was all bad Posted on that block and I can shoot, just call me Paul Nash And fuck runnin' up that money, I'm tryna haul ass You ain't gotta front on me, say the word and I'ma fall back (Yeah) Nigga you faking like they shooting shit, whole time it be all glass This shit all facts, this shit all facts Smiling one second, 'nother you crying, that what love do Hit that reefer, put pride to the side, that's what drugs do You must ain't seen Rico kill Mitch, nigga, trust who? That nigga don't love you, he can't wait to slug you If I start crying right now, I can make a puddle Way too many quarterbacks, but not enough huddles He say he real but going behind your back like a book bag All the real shit I did, a nigga still it make you look bad I'm good with words, I had, I used to skip Miss Cook class (All that) Been through some shit, I ain't even gotta bring the hook back My life a novel, I can't write it all on one page Sorry if you say something to me and I flash you, it was the wrong day Don't take it the wrong way, I just be thinking 'bout plays I just want my nigga back, fuck the fame, I'll give you the stage Long live Lil' Breil, young nigga that was just stuck in his ways You was so young, I don't know why they had to take you away Back and front are all the same, Lil' Dayelle was still like my lil' brothers Last time I talked to him, he told me he was tryna just hustle These niggas want pieces of the pie, gotta ride with a cutter Shout out Jackie Robinson, I'm just sayin' I'ma slide for my brothers I can't stop, gotta go harder Neck not flooded, need some more water Damn, nigga, you was 'posed to be here for your daughter ('Posed to be here for your daughter) Say, even under oath, I'm still gon' lie to your honor (Your honor)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
