Lyrics Lonely Freestyle - Milan1k

Back in the hood now, so it feel like I can really make this shit foe
Uh, your boyfriend a fan he a dick rider
Hit the scene looking like a million dollars
I was dead broke made no excuses
Fuck nigga I don't wanna hear about it
I was on the block tryna make a dollar
Nights I ain't eat you ain't care about me
Now I'm going up tell me how a bitch looking for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
This shit been rocky as hell
But sit here and listen I'm really gonna tell you about it
Dukes kicked me out I dropped out of college
Took the bus to the bity show her I'm bout it
Now they all saying I'm they inspiration that's not really how I thought about it
Hold up we just scored some drank, yea

Locked in I'm too focused
Since a jit, been knew I was chosen
You think you can fix me?
Been too long, One Nine I been broken
Yuh, let's go have some fun
Let's hit the block
Let's go trap some
Roll up another we smoking gas, we smoking dumb blunts
All we got is each other, so how could I change on ya?
Nigga you my, brudda
Yuh, uh

I was tryna run this shit up by my lonely
Ain't have no food up in my stomach, I was hungry
A lonely soul just looking for a bitch to love me
I was was tryna run this shit up by my lonely
Ain't have no food up in my stomach, I was hungry
I was sixteen going cross the country
Fuck nigga I don't wanna be your homie

Ha ha ha ha ha, you mad? or nah?
Niggas ain't bread winners
Niggas ain't gang with us
So they switched up tryna go against us
That shit so gay
If it's bout my bread don't play
If it's bout my bitch don't play
If I'm in the hood know I'm safe
She still texting me get home safely
She told me she hate she wishing me safety
This hoe keep on fucking with my head
When I get back, fucking up her bed
She thinking she smart and shit
When I was just really playing my part and shit
Quiet kid don't really get to starting shit

I was tryna run this shit up by my lonely
Ain't have no food up in my stomach, I was hungry
A lonely soul just looking for a bitch to love me
I was was tryna run this shit up by my lonely
Ain't have no food up in my stomach, I was hungry
I was sixteen going cross the country
Fuck nigga I don't wanna be your homie

Ha ha ha ha ha, you mad? or nah?
Niggas ain't bread winners
Niggas ain't gang with us
So they switched up tryna go against us
That shit so gay