Letras
Whoever brought that beat better tune it bad
I ain't really ever got a whip no rex man
I think I was made for the music trap
Half of these niggas ain't getting no bread
And how they claim dub when they losing bad
I couldn't give two fucks bout your tech fleece
Or how you made tings moveing mad
Bet Growing up spoilt made your music trash
Little niggas like me make acoustics bang
You don't really wanna go on war with a kid
Better cut this bond like it's ghost and tash
I'm from a place where the brothers go spud and they never ever talk on a corn and mash
Now a couple niggas bore holes in man
Turned ghosts in fact
Few of those dargs tryna meet their curfew, still bring backs to the T like Tetley
Treating the track like my son no deadbeat
I've been out trying to excel, no spreadsheet
Don't talk like you do, you don't get me
I ain't even tryna come and take game
Shit, that's just been a guest in me
She ain't even tryna come this blame
And so she go block, I see how it be
Told her bye-bye, but her beg still prees
In all of my life, never getting this deep
Call her my wife, tryna settle this scene
Another bet with the team, get vexed for the P
Have her looking all whipped, tryna get to the cream
Then she'll try hard to look for replacements while I go bill this shit and I blaze it
And I know that their bottoms all red, but I'ma still stunt a bitch in some trainers
Nigga been reckless know I need saving
Out here tryna just cover these payments
Coming on 19, man, I feel lazy. Get up to go, man, I can't be patient
I tried to I lost my patience Fuck
Sip that quick man I'm tryna be, faded
They all come back when I get up and, change it
The same way they left, now they checking for, placements
Fuck Thinking I might be
No ones gonna take it from me
Can't let a bitch take it for me
Yo, yo
Hard to be certain, hard to be this
I'm, partially hurt, partially bliss
Hard to be heard, heart's in the wind
Nigga running for the luggage man it's hard to be, hard to be king
Simba told you, Simmer down nigga
When they see you want the crown, bitter
Walking round Dizzy with a 40 glass of brown liquor
Around here we don't listen about tears, crying what I'm
Fuck it, what I'm crying bout?
What you're crying bout?
The fuck you crying for?
Lil' nigga, what you
Pardon my ways, I cannot feel
Word to the window, keeping it sealed
Up for the work, never impressed
Lil' nigga out here covering bills
P's in the stash, heat in the bag, got reef in the back
Heartbeat gonna lag, can't sleep in the
Lil' nigga don't bleed for the
Man, I do bits and bobs
I wanna glitter that wrist and watch
Your one's running up, skips and circuits
Trying to get ticks and slop
Your one's up on that IG tweaking
My one's really been ticc no cross
Don't dare speak on a booth, it's burning
Every time I'm in a, no fuss
Demon time, it's peaking
Fee to fi for the bean, I'ma need it early
Pre the vibe, I'm leaving
Skin the chro on smoke, I ain't never been birded
Nobody gonna save, no clue for the move from a yute
Know I felt that burden, think I lost my way
I'ma cut me loose
Done building a bridge, I burn it
Done build on a bridge, I burn it