Lyrics

It seem like, the realist niggas Go through the worst shit So they gotta' They gotta' appreciate us when we try Cuz most niggas don't even do that I done seen so much shit That I ain't suppose to say I been winning so much I been stacking for the rain Been around the block before I done felt the worst pain Extended clip 'cause I be high I ain't gotta' have aim I ain't sitting in no trap You just waiting to get raided Had a dream I was rich And told my mama that we made it From the age four to six My mama cried every day Moved to Memphis with my grandma 'Cause her hearing wasn't straight It's some shit that I can't tell you But you see it in my face Keep shit too one hundred Feel like everybody fake I ain't loose like these niggas You don't see me every day I don't fuck with broke hoes I swear most these bitches lame Heard you made some lil' money And went broke on a chain Gotta' learn you alone It's only you who feel the pain My son get whatever I'll be damned if I ain't able Had choices as a kid Either new shoes or cable We was nothing from the jump How the fuck I'm tryna' play you If I told that I really cared about you I'd be faking Holding the wheel with two hands Cause' the juice tryna' take me I just blocked another bitch number Nigga she was basic This lean keep me cool But when I stop it I be aching These bitches chase me I be chasing Ben Franklin I'm the hardest nigga out They tried to keep me in the basement I'ma still have heavy sticks around When I make it You won't catch me with a nigga If his name on a statement I just bought a ounce a sherbert Just to roll up and face it It's a tab on them features Lil' boy you gotta' pay me
Writer(s): Steven Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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