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
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