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Yeah (Keep that, keep all that)
Yeah (Real blowin'), yeah
Talk to my brother like once a month, swear I miss that nigga
Check on my gang, I just pray to God they ain't break the seal
It gotta be you versus the world if you wan' pull the trigger
Sometimes I walk out in the rain, make sure I'm livin' real
Baby, you know these niggas fake
I don't even talk to 'em, God, it's how they fake (Woo)
They gon' try and walk on you and get up in your face (Aw, yeah)
They gon' try and fuck you over, do you bad broad day (Yeah, yeah)
Seen this shit a thousand times over, I ain't mad, this shit crazy
I got cash, baby girl, but I can't have none of your babies
This that gas, baby girl, this shit get half, you real lazy
They got smoke in the room, got the glass lookin' hazy (Ayy)
Brought the K home, had my mom lookin' crazy (Ayy)
She like, "Boy, where you get this from? Who the fuck pay me?" (Ayy)
They told them boy some choes 'cause he flow like Weezy F. Baby (Ayy)
I was doin' chores, now I'm in New York goin' spacey (Ayy)
I pay my respects, ain't no reason for them to hate me (Woah, ayy)
But they find a way, it's okay, I know what they're chasin' (Ayy)
Guess I found my way, we okay, I had to stay patient (Ayy)
Said my presence is a present, I'm just glad the nigga made it
I put black diamonds on African skin, it's crazy
Got this Italian model ho sendin' me texts, she wanna taste it
She got this Japanese vibe, Tokyo, she tryna race me (Thots)
But I don't catch your drip (Thots)
I'm so goddamn high, fuck you, pay me
I don't catch opps, put the fuckin' boy in the pavement (Ayy)
He got crazy eyes when it's time for him to make a statement
Think about your bitch, about your friends, about your placement (Ayy)
These bitches done lost their minds, she
Think she mine, I just replaced it (Crazy)
Talk to my brother like once a month, swear I miss that nigga (Woah)
Check on my gang, I just pray to God they ain't break the seal (Yeah)
It gotta be you versus the world if you wan' pull the trigger (Yeah)
Sometimes I walk out in the rain, make sure I'm livin' real (Woah)
Baby, you know these niggas fake (Damn, woah)
I don't even talk to 'em, God, it's how they fake (Yeah, woo)
They gon' try and walk on you and get up in your face (Ayy, uh, yeah)
They gon' try and fuck you over, do you bad broad day
Broad day
I'm gon' see you with my eyes broad day
Broad day (Fuck around)
Broad day (Oh, yeah)
Broad day (Oh, yeah)
Broad, broad, broad, broad, broad, broad
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, I told you I got you forever, I'll never change that
Why it just feel like you takin' advantage of me? (Ooh)
Told you I got you when you leavin', when you come back (Oh, yeah)
Told 'em, "Startin' a thing," and you just
Like to see it when I bleed (Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Come on
Fuck 'round, uh
Keep that



Autor(en): David Ezeokonkwo, Elijah Zaire Smith



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