Tryna take my pain but staying the same Fuck you, you can die Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie All burners F. N. , let him suffer, he ain't gotta die Huh, drop your stupid ass off just me and my dawg Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all? Came from the street, I was ready for the beef Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall I 'member that day you would ride me around I remember sneaking in and out papa house Trailblazer with a Glock in a bag, two pounds They got Dracs, they send a case New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place I spilt some R in a Wraith Tell 'em, ten and I take it to another level Go and buy another bezel Oh, oh, oh, oh
They throw signs, ain't no treason I'ma take that dive out the deep end Then I'm on that slime allegiance Fuck these hoes, they can go I don't need no set back, just need you to sit back Point me where that check at Ain't fucked up 'bout money But it's comin' in, comin' in, stackin' on top of each other I ain't tellin' them about nothin' Come through dumpin' and dumpin' they flip 'em and step on another Startin' to feel a nigga gettin' dumber and dumber I'm knowin' that I should not trust her Scarred for real, all out war in the field I'm holdin' fifteen in my llama Never give up and that's word to my momma Making 'em happy, mistake me for Donna Show us somethin' different, mistake me for daddy I'm the one know where the place you can find 'em I'm the one who set the African times She knowin' I miss her, she knowin' I'm wantin' her But everything she been making me go through I been holding against her
Tryna take my pain but staying the same Fuck you, you can die Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie All burners F. N. , let him suffer, he ain't gotta die Huh, drop your stupid ass off just me and my dawg Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all? Came from the street, I was ready for the beef Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall I 'member that day you would ride me around I remember sneaking in and out papa house Trailblazer with a Glock in a bag, two pounds They got Dracs, they send a case New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place I spilt some R in a Wraith Tell 'em, ten and I take it to another level Go and buy another bezel Oh, oh, oh, oh
Compositores: Lukas Patrick Payne (Mr Payne), Sterling Van Reynolds (Londn Blue), Thomas Horton (Tntxd), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Kentrell Gaulden), Jason Michael Goldberg ECAD: Obra #42528504