Lyrics Answers (feat. Sh3) - John Gotti

I will wait to fall
Until I get the answers
I will wait to call your name
Your name
I don't wanna put myself out there
If you don't even care
I will wait to fall
Until I get the answers

I need some answers
I was just down now I run up them bans
It's hard to believe what you don't understand
But I'm really different got faith in my plan
Got tired of this shit
I had to get out the mix
Kept trying put me in shit
Cuz I keep a fifth you know I extended the clip
Cuz I got a family to lift
I need some answers
Less niggas dying from cancer
Kidnapped my father for ransom
We ain't have shit
Felt like we stuck in a pamper
I thought of throwing a tantrum
But no I didn't
Got up to create a vision
Fuck niggas looking suspicious
But no they ain't did it
We had a head on collision
Bullet hole right in his fitted
Bitch ass nigga
Don't think you playing wit me
Cuz m & p staying wit me
When that bitch get to dumping
Ya niggas better be running
Hop on a scooter or something
I ain't gon for nothing
Study my style but I switched it up
These niggas coo coo for coacoa puffs
When I be rolling up
All of the windows be tinted up
Look what the hood then did for us
Straight out the gutta
Better yet call it a dungeon
I learned the game from my mother
We do what we wanna
I do this shit for my brother
We never switch on eachother
This shit like a test
All of my answers the best
You seperate me from the rest
Posted up over west
My life was really a mess
I took all them l's on the chest uh

I will wait to fall
Until I get the answers
I will wait to call your name
Your name
I don't wanna put myself out there
If you don't even care
I will wait to fall
Until I get the answers

I could be on the block today by the corner store
Where all of my young niggas dying to score
I grew up fr I'm really mature
I heard when it rained
It's starting to pour
They all gon be fans when I go on tour
I swear when I make it I'm closing the door
I gave everything they took even more
I thought he was cool he switched for a whore
You fake as a bitch if you wait til I make it out
Focused as shit so I never would see a drought
Pen or the paper so I took the paper route
Dirt on my name man what is this hate about
Stick to the losing, hoes be choosing
Chasing the wrong shit hoes be clueless
Birkin or gucci it's all a illusion
Rocking designer so niggas could fool ya
Cool but I'm calm & collected
Ebony son is respected
Yeah & I love every second
Knowing it's really my time
If you don't agree get to stepping
Paying wit cash no debit
For bodies I'm swiping for that I be using my credit
They don't even check it
They know my stripes embedded
The streets they can never forget it uh