Aye buzzo
This a letter to my cousin Happy b day to my bro
It's yo birthday and you ain't here That shit f*cked me up for sho
I done sat back and been thinking I ain't f*cking wit my peers
These niggas claiming they wit you But long run they disappear
I been staying in my lane trying hard to maintain
With all the the bullshit and the games
Swear it driving me insane
But I been back up in the Stu And I'm working like 9 to 5
Ain't got no time to be slipping put my feelings to the side
Baby girl it f*cked up when you was playing wit my heart
I know I did you wrong but I never left you in the dark
You said you knew my pain and you would never leave my side
I believed you that shit f*cked me up deception and some lies
Now I'm sitting in this booth Thinking bout some brighter days
When the foreigns on the lawn And my whole team is getting paid
When my moma ain't gotta pay no bills thats the time when I can chill
But meantime guarantee that ima chase a mill
Ima ball out for all them days that I failed out
Niggas said my shit suck bet they want a feature now
But I'm the preacher to the street
Give a damn I'm right or wrong
And I'm taxing off the bat come and book me for a song
I do this shit for a thrill...
Verse 2 bout my pops I'm not gon treat you like a bitch cause you sitting in Confinement With them shackles on your wrist I would say free you but you need to free yo mind you Still living in the past I thought you crossed that f*cking line
This ain't a diss song I'm just speaking real shit
We got money for the wars but not enough to feed the kids
People living in poverty they struggle to survive
While the rich is getting richer Trump ain't really for the guys
They say make America great again He made America hate again
Wondering why we going to war behind a racist man
Thinking red white and blue and it's f*ck the cops to
To many mike brown situations posted on the news
So stay out the way get to bread just collect and go
Cause friends ain't really friends when the benefits ain't there no mo
I ain't really gotta break it down for you to understand
My music it's prolific and controversial I don't give a damn
Ha TB
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Aye buzzo
This a letter to my cousin Happy b day to my bro
It's yo birthday and you ain't here That shit f*cked me up for sho
I done sat back and been thinking I ain't f*cking wit my peers
These niggas claiming they wit you But long run they disappear
I been staying in my lane trying hard to maintain
With all the the bullshit and the games
Swear it driving me insane
But I been back up in the Stu And I'm working like 9 to 5
Ain't got no time to be slipping put my feelings to the side
Baby girl it f*cked up when you was playing wit my heart
I know I did you wrong but I never left you in the dark
You said you knew my pain and you would never leave my side
I believed you that shit f*cked me up deception and some lies
Now I'm sitting in this booth Thinking bout some brighter days
When the foreigns on the lawn And my whole team is getting paid
When my moma ain't gotta pay no bills thats the time when I can chill
But meantime guarantee that ima chase a mill
Ima ball out for all them days that I failed out
Niggas said my shit suck bet they want a feature now
But I'm the preacher to the street
Give a damn I'm right or wrong
And I'm taxing off the bat come and book me for a song
I do this shit for a thrill...
Verse 2 bout my pops I'm not gon treat you like a bitch cause you sitting in Confinement With them shackles on your wrist I would say free you but you need to free yo mind you Still living in the past I thought you crossed that f*cking line
This ain't a diss song I'm just speaking real shit
We got money for the wars but not enough to feed the kids
People living in poverty they struggle to survive
While the rich is getting richer Trump ain't really for the guys
They say make America great again He made America hate again
Wondering why we going to war behind a racist man
Thinking red white and blue and it's f*ck the cops to
To many mike brown situations posted on the news
So stay out the way get to bread just collect and go
Cause friends ain't really friends when the benefits ain't there no mo
I ain't really gotta break it down for you to understand
My music it's prolific and controversial I don't give a damn
Ha TB
This a letter to my cousin Happy b day to my bro
It's yo birthday and you ain't here That shit f*cked me up for sho
I done sat back and been thinking I ain't f*cking wit my peers
These niggas claiming they wit you But long run they disappear
I been staying in my lane trying hard to maintain
With all the the bullshit and the games
Swear it driving me insane
But I been back up in the Stu And I'm working like 9 to 5
Ain't got no time to be slipping put my feelings to the side
Baby girl it f*cked up when you was playing wit my heart
I know I did you wrong but I never left you in the dark
You said you knew my pain and you would never leave my side
I believed you that shit f*cked me up deception and some lies
Now I'm sitting in this booth Thinking bout some brighter days
When the foreigns on the lawn And my whole team is getting paid
When my moma ain't gotta pay no bills thats the time when I can chill
But meantime guarantee that ima chase a mill
Ima ball out for all them days that I failed out
Niggas said my shit suck bet they want a feature now
But I'm the preacher to the street
Give a damn I'm right or wrong
And I'm taxing off the bat come and book me for a song
I do this shit for a thrill...
Verse 2 bout my pops I'm not gon treat you like a bitch cause you sitting in Confinement With them shackles on your wrist I would say free you but you need to free yo mind you Still living in the past I thought you crossed that f*cking line
This ain't a diss song I'm just speaking real shit
We got money for the wars but not enough to feed the kids
People living in poverty they struggle to survive
While the rich is getting richer Trump ain't really for the guys
They say make America great again He made America hate again
Wondering why we going to war behind a racist man
Thinking red white and blue and it's f*ck the cops to
To many mike brown situations posted on the news
So stay out the way get to bread just collect and go
Cause friends ain't really friends when the benefits ain't there no mo
I ain't really gotta break it down for you to understand
My music it's prolific and controversial I don't give a damn
Ha TB
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