Tommy Belair - Bloomfield Rd Lyrics

I'm like what happened to ya
I know that God ain't put that slack into ya
Man it's your season there's reason he put that rap into ya
I remember when that genius used to tap into ya
I know there's got to be a way to get that back into ya
Cuz you've been dreaming bout that money momma need it
Fighting with your demons got to find a way to beat it
Cuz all the nights you're scheming
Now you finally know the meaning
I see all these women feening
Got them begging for you semen
For real my nigga tell me how it feel
Running round with dreams and a couple dollar bills
When you're coming from the bottom and you might end up in jail
Or end up getting killed by a nigga for the thrill
Or even by a cop it's like a muthaf*ckin drill
When you get a couple thousand it feel like you got a mill
In your life I hope you make it I'm just tryna keep it trill
They might f*ck around and take it so you got to keep a steel
And it's only the beginning
I want all my niggas winning
Cuz we running game
That's why everybody sprinting
There's business to finish
I need your mind cuz you're brilliant
My lil sis got an infant
And asking why I'm so distant
Cuz my life's inconsistent
And then the plot keep on twisting
And then that boy reminiscent
About my love non existent
Girl I said we can have them but when our funds are sufficient
But you didn't listen
And so things turned out different

I pray to God we won't fall
On my mom we gone ball
They gone regret it thought we won't make it this far
Don't do nothing different you know you are who you are
I believe you're a star and I accept you and all

I pray to God we won't fall
On my mom we gone ball
They gone regret it thought we won't make it this far
Don't do nothing different you know you are who you are
I believe you're a star and I accept you and all
I accept you and all