Songtexte Confess - Cashjunky Baby

Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea
Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea
In love with the shine put gold on my time yea
Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea
I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o
I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o
I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o
I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o

Its all in my mind its all in my heart
I had to grind I had to go get it like that from the start
I kept the sh-t G I kept the sh-t solid since a jit in the park
Now I done growed up I can see it you was hatin in the park n-ggas be scarred
Im keepin my guard im dealing the cards I feel like a ace in the spades game ahh jus playin my part
And n-ggas they talk around like woo these n-ggas be broads
And n-ggas they switchin up like wha these n-ggas be fraud these n-ggas be fraud
And that sh-t a shame yea yea
Switchin the lanes yeayea
Flickin the flame yeayea
Money my gang yeayea
This aint a game yeayea
This what I claim yeayea
Cash on my chain yeayea
Cash in my name yeayea ohh
I put that on COBI n-gga and all of the wounds thats all in my mind I feel like soldier n-gga
And all of hatin and chasin these ho-s gone get you exposed lil n-gga
Dont trade on ya brother and keep the sh-t loyal yea that be code lil n-gga yea that be the code ohh

Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea
Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea
In love with the shine put gold on my time yea
Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea
I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o
I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o
I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o
I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o

I jus been grindin and grindin up lately
Keep the sh-t solid no fugazi
N-ggas stay drippin wasnt nun basic
Got blue strips all in my faces
Gimme a bag wasnt no patience
Smokin dis gas jus like patient
Smashin the gas not talkin racin
I dont even pass young n-gga facin
Hustle up hard for my n-gga he gone
N-gga that kill ya he probably ya homes
Sh-t just be tragic thats why where i come from
Dont trust a n-gga I move all alone
Cant judge these n-ggas dont give ya respect
N-gga gone hate me I might need a vest
Dont need no n-ggas I jus need a check
I jus been grindin I feel like a vet
All of these stripes on me like a ref
Stiff arm a hater I did it myself
Long live Luh COBI put that on my rep
Long live my sister put that on myself
Keep all that talkin down to left
Lil n-gga f-ck you and how ya felt
I only feel money and myself
Gimme a bag just for myself ohh
Just give me a bag just for myself ohh
Gimme a bag just for myself ohh
And late at night I talk to myself ohh
I told myself n-gga you a check

Breakin' down dimes aint stressin im fine yea
Pain on my mind I gotta go grind yea
In love with the shine put gold on my time yea
Ya dawg aint ya slime he flaw thats a crime yea
I gotta confess this sh-t on my chest o
I might need a vest these n-ggas be pressed o
I feel like a mess but look how i'm dressed o
I feel like im blessed I gotta confess o