Текст песни Foolish Freestyle - $tupid Young

See, my days are cold without you
But I'm hurting while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you
See, my days are cold without you
(Neo, who is this?)
But I'm hurting while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you
Aye

I don't ever need a bitch cuz I'm with a bitch
Need one thing, I know fasho I'mma always get the heat
When you getting cake, niggas always want a piece
Heard my own nigga wanna do me in, it get deep
That's why I keep my heat in case niggas trynna creep
Treat my strap like a bitch, I hug it when I go to sleep
This life come with a price and niggas looking cheap
Bro protect me from who I love, I could handle all the beef
If I made it out the hood lil nigga, then you can
Just be patient, wait your turn, don't fall victim to the gram
Everybody acting rich and every' wan' say they the man
Everybody claim they shooters or they ballers with them bands
And these bitches too can barely pay they phone plan
But they always taking trips to Miami, getting tan
Rather have a girl who's down when shit hit the fan
Our generation fucked up, some' I don't understand
But I'mma live my life, spend a little while I'm saving it
Ain't nobody ever have success without some hate in it
Glizzy like my roommate nigga cuz I stay with it
Riding with that chopper like my name was Harley Davidson
All my niggas playing with them sticks like a campsite
I was tired of being broke, I had to get my bands right
Fuck the police and the judge that gave my man's life
Seen so much shit, yuhurr I didn't understand life
Now I'm trynna build the money team like I'm Floyd
This motherfucker chopper get to singing like it's Lloyd
Traumatized in the streets, it led me paranoid
I ain't ducking from no beef, only police who I avoid
They want a response off the 'net, I get annoyed
Niggas ain't really no threat, I could bang that on the Boyz
Riding in this Benz but I'm plotting on a Royce
Shining for my dead homies who really ain't got no voice
Pay bands for these Cartis, I got that shit on
Yellow 24K, they getting pissed on
These niggas know where to be found, still making diss songs
Prolly mad cuz their lil nigga got dead wronged
I could tell these niggas pussy, they feel some type of way
Niggas ain't outside they in the house, that's they type of way
Playing hide and seek, want some seeking we come right away
I send a hit, take a trip with my bitch that's my type of day
Cruising down your avenue, couple asian tired of foods
No we ain't from Compton but my niggas got a attitude
Start it while I grab a 2, others score we clap at you
Niggas doing all that for the gram, to laugh at you
Young fly crip, bitch I'm on a different latitude
Nigga came so far but I'm still humble and show gratitude
Used to ditch class, but I still hit the bitches after school
Now she in my DMs saying, "You changed" and "I'm mad at you"
And trying to look cool, I did what I had to do
This jungle that we come from, it turned me to an animal
You don't know that feeling, fighting demons when they after you
You don't know that feeling when they creep and try to clap at you
But if they ever catch me slipping then it's meant to be
And niggas who say they love me better go step for me
And fuck my enemies, I push that to the death of me
Ain't trynna be a memory, I'm trynna build a legacy