What?
Are we to do?
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Let me tell you bout a chillin truth
All these thots up in my room
Man ii swear these thoughts they overtop my head
I tell um go get up out of here
Got me laying in my f*cking bed
Night through morning til the f*cking day
Even though ii know ii got a plan
Some will question what I'm doing next
Flics with the videos
Sex with some pretty hoes
I respect all my woman
Don't get it twisted
Unless we up on the floor
Getting nasty
I told her to bend it over
For daddy
She must've been waiting for
She was ready
No hesitation
She ain't taking a second
That's a sneaky link
I'm out the door
And with all the mess
Had a nigga going all insane
Buggin got so ii checked in
Medication on the daily
Walking in circles
I guess ii might hurt you(Why)
I'm just pacing
Tell myself "life what you make it"
Like what is gonna be next?
What I'm gonna do with it?
Last man standing
With the last name
No choice
Be I gotta to go represent
Doing all he can
Trynna be the man
Knowing that I'm grateful for everyday
Cause ii lost my brother to the bullshit
Knowing how hard it is
To live with the illness
That can live up inside head
This shit will distract him
They gone go and turn they back then
Guess you really got no choice an
Better go and learn to match that
Energy
It's crazy from every way
All these people in my face
I don't know what else to say
Let's not be vague
So who really here into stay?
The irony of the shit, is killing me
Dap me up when you ain't feeling me
I be all up out of place
Anytime I'm up an displace
I ain't saying that much
Cause I know it is tough
When muthaf*ckas spit
All this shit bout they life and
Muthaf*ckas twist
It up salty as f*ck
Pretzeldelphia
Yo
See thee brotherly love?
Nah
I did not experience none of that
"Look like you ain't from round the way"
Keycard no need for two dollar pass
Crack heads on the f*ckin ave
Right down the block from Max's
Where they shoot out with the cops
Bullets through the roof now
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What?
Are we to do?
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Let me tell you bout a chillin truth
All these thots up in my room
Man ii swear these thoughts they overtop my head
I tell um go get up out of here
Got me laying in my f*cking bed
Night through morning til the f*cking day
Even though ii know ii got a plan
Some will question what I'm doing next
Flics with the videos
Sex with some pretty hoes
I respect all my woman
Don't get it twisted
Unless we up on the floor
Getting nasty
I told her to bend it over
For daddy
She must've been waiting for
She was ready
No hesitation
She ain't taking a second
That's a sneaky link
I'm out the door
And with all the mess
Had a nigga going all insane
Buggin got so ii checked in
Medication on the daily
Walking in circles
I guess ii might hurt you(Why)
I'm just pacing
Tell myself "life what you make it"
Like what is gonna be next?
What I'm gonna do with it?
Last man standing
With the last name
No choice
Be I gotta to go represent
Doing all he can
Trynna be the man
Knowing that I'm grateful for everyday
Cause ii lost my brother to the bullshit
Knowing how hard it is
To live with the illness
That can live up inside head
This shit will distract him
They gone go and turn they back then
Guess you really got no choice an
Better go and learn to match that
Energy
It's crazy from every way
All these people in my face
I don't know what else to say
Let's not be vague
So who really here into stay?
The irony of the shit, is killing me
Dap me up when you ain't feeling me
I be all up out of place
Anytime I'm up an displace
I ain't saying that much
Cause I know it is tough
When muthaf*ckas spit
All this shit bout they life and
Muthaf*ckas twist
It up salty as f*ck
Pretzeldelphia
Yo
See thee brotherly love?
Nah
I did not experience none of that
"Look like you ain't from round the way"
Keycard no need for two dollar pass
Crack heads on the f*ckin ave
Right down the block from Max's
Where they shoot out with the cops
Bullets through the roof now
Are we to do?
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ohhhhh
Ooh ooh ooh
Let me tell you bout a chillin truth
All these thots up in my room
Man ii swear these thoughts they overtop my head
I tell um go get up out of here
Got me laying in my f*cking bed
Night through morning til the f*cking day
Even though ii know ii got a plan
Some will question what I'm doing next
Flics with the videos
Sex with some pretty hoes
I respect all my woman
Don't get it twisted
Unless we up on the floor
Getting nasty
I told her to bend it over
For daddy
She must've been waiting for
She was ready
No hesitation
She ain't taking a second
That's a sneaky link
I'm out the door
And with all the mess
Had a nigga going all insane
Buggin got so ii checked in
Medication on the daily
Walking in circles
I guess ii might hurt you(Why)
I'm just pacing
Tell myself "life what you make it"
Like what is gonna be next?
What I'm gonna do with it?
Last man standing
With the last name
No choice
Be I gotta to go represent
Doing all he can
Trynna be the man
Knowing that I'm grateful for everyday
Cause ii lost my brother to the bullshit
Knowing how hard it is
To live with the illness
That can live up inside head
This shit will distract him
They gone go and turn they back then
Guess you really got no choice an
Better go and learn to match that
Energy
It's crazy from every way
All these people in my face
I don't know what else to say
Let's not be vague
So who really here into stay?
The irony of the shit, is killing me
Dap me up when you ain't feeling me
I be all up out of place
Anytime I'm up an displace
I ain't saying that much
Cause I know it is tough
When muthaf*ckas spit
All this shit bout they life and
Muthaf*ckas twist
It up salty as f*ck
Pretzeldelphia
Yo
See thee brotherly love?
Nah
I did not experience none of that
"Look like you ain't from round the way"
Keycard no need for two dollar pass
Crack heads on the f*ckin ave
Right down the block from Max's
Where they shoot out with the cops
Bullets through the roof now
Writer: Darius Gomez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid