Lyrics

Thinkin' bout all the times I had im reminiscin' bout my past Gettin' in yo' and make a hit, I swear that shit, there make them sad Lotta times I reminisce, I remember growin' up without no dad Lotta times I reminisce, I remember growin' up without no dad Yeah, I grew up without a father Seen my cousin get locked up at a young age, that shit made me move smarter Lotta niggas be cappin say they from the A, they never rode on marta They never rode a bus I've been rappin' for like three years, and they always holdin' nuts Yeah, I feel like the chosen one These broke-ass niggas ain't got no pape, you can't even show me nothin Put a button on the back, shoot fast, I'm finna show you somethin How the fuck you treating life like a game & you ain't controlin' nothin' Gotta take this shit and stand on it Niggas always claim they real, then switch up, I thought we was fam homie Try to come around like you ain't know me, but I heard you a fan, homie Got a big-ass gun with a scope attached, that shit cost me like a gram, homie You been a fan since way back, so what the fuck we sayin', homie What the fuck are we sayin' Why this love shit get complicated like where we stand I always kept it real, I never traded on my mans I always kept it real, I always kept it real These niggas pussy, fuck how they feel Bitch-ass nigga Don't ever, don't ever in your fuckin' life think you can fuck me, nigga Fuck nigga Haha I'm done, yeah
Writer(s): Joshua Bien - Aime Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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