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B-Mill
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B-Mill
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I don't think she could be my lover
I put nobody else, above her
We just keep holding back each other
I made a way, for all my brothers
I started seeing niggas colors
I know they plotting, undercover
He took a shot, ain't beat the buzzer
I bet now, they won't never put me under
Got my heart feeling froze, in the summer
You got hurt, you 'gon find you another
He got shot, he ain't make it to supper
This city too cold, not to walk with a gun up
All my niggas outside, till' the sun up
When they winning with you, it be funner
Spend a thousand, go make me another
I swear I'ma make it, thats word to my mother
Nigga
I was trynna up it, and flock it, and throw
In my thoughts, I been feeling alone
Going through pain, but it's never 'gon show
I was down at my lowest, this the way that shit goes
Losing my peoples, what hurt me the most
But I still 'gotta do it for bro
Every time when he calling my phone
He be like, I don't think I'ma ever come home
This shit crazy, it's just how it is
Before I tweak, I'ma roll up a blizz
Told that bitch, I had nothing to give
I done put in that work, so I'm not gonna miss
Working hard, tryna follow my gift
I don't talk, I just bottle up shit
Shorty blocked, I ain't calling this bitch
I done did what I said, so I'm knowing they drid
(Uh)
Nigga
And it's steady too much on my mind
Only feel like myself, when I'm high
Every time when they ask Ima' tell them I'm fine
But a nigga done thought about dying
And they never thought that I would shine
I was hurt, you ain't picture me crying
All these niggas and bitches, be standing on lies
And my bro, make it rain on whoever
They 'gon talk, never grab an umbrella
I told brodie that I got the meta
Might think I'm a rat, how I'm chasing this cheddar
That ain't me, 'cause on bro I could never
How much money you got? I said hella
You gon' make it, just keep it together
I'm stuck in my ways, I just gotta do better
Made a hundred, I need 7 figures
In that jungle, with apes and gorillas
Shoot from deep, like I'm Damian Lillard
I made this shit happen, got labeled a killer
'Lotta niggas 'gon hate, when you up
Crazy how they love you, when you down
If you ain't doing 'nun for yourself
Why the fuck you think they 'gon be around?
I hope fake niggas, get exposed
And my real niggas hold it down
And my brodie rolling with a 'choppa
He say it's up, we gotta' lay 'em down
I was hungry, no money inside of my pockets
Went to sleep while hearing sounds
When a opp die we 'gotta smoke 'em
He just another nigga in a pound
Where my credit, they stealing my sound
Niggas clown, they joking around
I got money to make right now
I'm on my grind, can't play right now
Yeah we could fuck, we could fuck
But you know, I couldn't stay right now
Run up a hundred
Spend that shit all on my brothers, 'cause you know it's nothing
Back in the day, they tried to treat me like nothing
Like, I know them niggas was bugging
I hear that he say, she say
What they 'gon do when that 'choppa start getting to bussin'
(Getting to bussin')
I don't think she could be my lover
I put nobody else, above her
We just keep holding back each other
I made a way, for all my brothers
I started seeing niggas colors
I know they plotting, undercover
He took a shot, ain't beat the buzzer
I bet now they won't never put me under
Writer(s): B Mill, Jay Gwuapo
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