Lyrics:
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!
Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to NY city
talkin' about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!
Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to NY city
talkin' about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing
of ways to convince one to join me in the company of low life sort, doin' the same
(So) I start txtin
(Ah) I keep txtin
(Heeey) I can't stop its my
moment I just couldn't get you off of my mind, I know if we can start
all over again, I know things won't be the same (can't get you off of my mind)
I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
rushed on
Six years later father dies in the very same bedroom
Many said it was the grief that did it
I have to say it's cause he hung himself
To be
Love me forever and I will do the same
Now we're stagnant, going nowhere
'Cause we're playing stupid little games
I've been told that hell hath
If you could go back, what would you change
What would you do again ever
Would remain the same
What would you give, and what would you keep
What
out
Baby, just do you
I tell you what, don't even call, and let me do you too!
I couldn't be the man for you,
So hopefully when you meet somebody,
I lay here alone in this bed
And I look at this room and can't help but to feel like it's haunted by you
What do I do?
When everything in here
a week and die in that same week
People always telling me the same thing
Telling me that
Telling me this
They telling me shit
They think I really give
if i paint a picture of the days gone by i could tell a story minus the truth,
it's the only way i couldn't walk a meter in your shoes you'll see,
And I'm not surprised by what was said
But it still hit me all the same
Just 'cause you see the storm
It doesn't mean you're ready for the rain
And I was
couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these playa haters be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that
planned to do
She said son, are you coming by?
And I said well mom, you know I'd be pressed for time but
I'll phone you in a week or two
I was driving
Cause as soon as you're gone I'll be done.
Don't keep running, there's no need to go.
I'll stand by you honey,
I want to let you know.
[Chorus]
up and need my help
(Fucked up, got me fucked up)
But I can't be there, it hurts like hell
(Hurts like hell, yeah)
We used to be tight like that
Now
Fuck them other niggas, shit
My biggest opp was patience
Another six figures on a table
I can taste it
Your heart be on your sleeve, bitch
This
it be
It be expiration dates on seeing good in me
I be too affected by the shit I couldn't see-ee-ee, ay
My boys out the hood, ain't no Cuba Gooding,
in the city lights
Cause my skin wasn't right
Couldn't walk the streets at night
That's the reason why I learned to fight
I gotta mean right
I got the digits
We chillin sippin
She get to laughin
I'm feelin lifted
But the vibe wasn't the same after the second visit
The first thing she
it in homie, I think I got 'em
The truth'll slap yo face
I gotta state my case, since t'thousand and eight
I couldn't wait to skate
On the brothas who
me how you be feeling today
I’m feeling so great
But I made a mistake
The feelings you raped
Something I couldn’t take
You saying I’m fake
But that was
Used to watch a kid speak with his knuckle popping
Stealing from his granny's purse like it's normal often
Couldn't help but wonder why it has to be
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