How I been? Same thing, I'm just tryna maintain
Make a lil' guala stay outta ya hate range
Cause when all the hope's gone people do some strange things
Saw that in Louisiana after all the rains came
My old bitch was bad and boujee
Dubbed that my new girl got class n schooling
Didn't know if she'd ride untilshe had to prove it
She damn near ripped her bag tryna stash the uzi
You ask me if I'm a thug. Why? I don't live a thugs life
I grew up where the thugs did that's why I cry a thugs cry
Candlelight vigils that started as a drug buy
Turned into an argument, now they letting doves fly
That real talk, you've been asking where it was right
Well the wait's over like a plus size
Been earning respect since the days I took the K to the F on those day long bus rides
Now I can't let up
The camps set up
Start a cypher passing the 10th letter
Leather bomber to keep me warm and cover the arms up
For you niggas tryna dump my odds of being a father
I'm cursed if the way I'm living leaks to my daughter
My girl could be bad as RiRi and I'm still cheating regardless
I'm just a man that's my excuse
I'm in demand I got the juice
Squeeze out of that machine with a Georgia peach at my side
Jordan 3s, you're hardly street you just disorderly
So chill young man
Ok you have a lot of heart I'd hate for some of it to spill young man
You're still young man
Go make use of tomorrow
Try to avoid being muses of sorrow
The promoter hit my line said the loot is in euros
Awesome I'm Rafer Alston how I shoot out the borough
Queens or teter, both and either
Deicide the boy body gods and ghost your speakers
If I put it in plain sight you supposed to see it
And trust me I'll do the most if you don't believe us
What can I say
Life's a bitch but she's really my kind of bae
It's looking bleek for y'all but I'm kinda jay
Trying to make a hit song I'm really a line away
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How I been? Same thing, I'm just tryna maintain
Make a lil' guala stay outta ya hate range
Cause when all the hope's gone people do some strange things
Saw that in Louisiana after all the rains came
My old bitch was bad and boujee
Dubbed that my new girl got class n schooling
Didn't know if she'd ride untilshe had to prove it
She damn near ripped her bag tryna stash the uzi
You ask me if I'm a thug. Why? I don't live a thugs life
I grew up where the thugs did that's why I cry a thugs cry
Candlelight vigils that started as a drug buy
Turned into an argument, now they letting doves fly
That real talk, you've been asking where it was right
Well the wait's over like a plus size
Been earning respect since the days I took the K to the F on those day long bus rides
Now I can't let up
The camps set up
Start a cypher passing the 10th letter
Leather bomber to keep me warm and cover the arms up
For you niggas tryna dump my odds of being a father
I'm cursed if the way I'm living leaks to my daughter
My girl could be bad as RiRi and I'm still cheating regardless
I'm just a man that's my excuse
I'm in demand I got the juice
Squeeze out of that machine with a Georgia peach at my side
Jordan 3s, you're hardly street you just disorderly
So chill young man
Ok you have a lot of heart I'd hate for some of it to spill young man
You're still young man
Go make use of tomorrow
Try to avoid being muses of sorrow
The promoter hit my line said the loot is in euros
Awesome I'm Rafer Alston how I shoot out the borough
Queens or teter, both and either
Deicide the boy body gods and ghost your speakers
If I put it in plain sight you supposed to see it
And trust me I'll do the most if you don't believe us
What can I say
Life's a bitch but she's really my kind of bae
It's looking bleek for y'all but I'm kinda jay
Trying to make a hit song I'm really a line away
Make a lil' guala stay outta ya hate range
Cause when all the hope's gone people do some strange things
Saw that in Louisiana after all the rains came
My old bitch was bad and boujee
Dubbed that my new girl got class n schooling
Didn't know if she'd ride untilshe had to prove it
She damn near ripped her bag tryna stash the uzi
You ask me if I'm a thug. Why? I don't live a thugs life
I grew up where the thugs did that's why I cry a thugs cry
Candlelight vigils that started as a drug buy
Turned into an argument, now they letting doves fly
That real talk, you've been asking where it was right
Well the wait's over like a plus size
Been earning respect since the days I took the K to the F on those day long bus rides
Now I can't let up
The camps set up
Start a cypher passing the 10th letter
Leather bomber to keep me warm and cover the arms up
For you niggas tryna dump my odds of being a father
I'm cursed if the way I'm living leaks to my daughter
My girl could be bad as RiRi and I'm still cheating regardless
I'm just a man that's my excuse
I'm in demand I got the juice
Squeeze out of that machine with a Georgia peach at my side
Jordan 3s, you're hardly street you just disorderly
So chill young man
Ok you have a lot of heart I'd hate for some of it to spill young man
You're still young man
Go make use of tomorrow
Try to avoid being muses of sorrow
The promoter hit my line said the loot is in euros
Awesome I'm Rafer Alston how I shoot out the borough
Queens or teter, both and either
Deicide the boy body gods and ghost your speakers
If I put it in plain sight you supposed to see it
And trust me I'll do the most if you don't believe us
What can I say
Life's a bitch but she's really my kind of bae
It's looking bleek for y'all but I'm kinda jay
Trying to make a hit song I'm really a line away
Writer: Kieron Sebastian
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave