Lyrics

Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean stacking up my green Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean sellin dope to the feens I got a baby on the way I'm trying to get paid If it don't make sense imma grind a different way Hustling all day buscando mi billete Voy a hacerlo por mi family hasta mi muerte I don't want the crumbs that shits for the bums I want the real deal like a full course meal Quiero ser rico pa dárselo a mi niña Cumplirle sus deseos y todo lo que ella sueña Eiza La niña de mi corazón Por ti sigo luchando tu eres mi razón Estoy muy emocionado y muero de ansias De tenerte en mis manos pa cuidarte con mi alma Eiza La niña de mi corazón Por ti sigo luchando tu eres mi razón Estoy muy emocionado y muero de ansias De tenerte en mis manos pa cuidarte con mi alma Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean stacking up my green Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean sellin dope to the feens Pay so much close attention to what I'm spitting it's some true intentions Two faces and watch man I see you with some dark lenses It is so clearly that you're speaking on a G yeah Then you come and kick it with a smile man I peep that Drink and have a toast it's just something for the cheap glass You think you're slick but your hair can't even comb back Try to keep it cool but an ice stickle Man you can get stabbed Phony motherfuckas playing dirty do they take mud baths They try to play friendly in laugh with you foo But they laughing at you Like having a blast man they shoot When you ain't looking it's your back Feeling the tingle and your spine so contract Matter a fact I'm just healing like a scab Why you hating cause you can't, Turn your bitch on just like lamps Keeping a stance I'm on toes man my nails is bending back Keep it attached with me that's always Keeping a strap with me that always Understandable but you scandalos But I bet I can make you in to cantaloupe, Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean stacking up my green Got too many enemies looking for me Gotta stay lowkey homie you know what I mean Can't be roaming in the streets got a family to feed I'm feeling so mean sellin dope to the feens
Writer(s): Brandon Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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