Kicked up with some new chick, got her petty Do my exes wrong when I get petty Just tryna pay my rent and get this fetty All I'm tryna do is hold it steady Women on they jetski, they just wanna get me Catch a nigga slippin', wanna get me Rollin' through the city where the skinny niggas die Burner on my side Ain't nobody did it, where I'm from it's on my ex, it was to try Try, young nigga, just try Money comin' in, no, momma, don't cry I know that we broke now but God don't lie Ever been so broke that all you can do is cry? Momma wipe the tears from her eyes Momma can't do it, no, momma just died Now I'm on the wrong path, chrome. 45 Trippin' off this chick that I was lovin' 'til she lied Broke in Mickey D's so we had to split some fries 22s, they the only reason we survive I'm from Flower City where them boys'll do you grimey Caught up in this life, I'm tryna leave this shit behind me Things can change for the worse I done been through it all, been through the dirt Hurt a lotta people in the times I was hurt Now I work a triple shift for y'all to make sure it was worth it Sit back and watch me fly, my nigga, watch me fly Made it out the trenches, I was sittin' on the side You can see it in my eyes, we gon' win, I never lied Yeah, ayy Said I came up from the trenches, I was sittin' on the side You can see it in my eyes, we gon' win, I never lied Yeah, yeah And ain't nobody ever seen a nigga from my side Out the trenches tryna slide, tryna get it and I'm winnin' so I swear I never lied
Kiss you on your nec, say, "Everything is great" Even though I'm out on bond and might be facin' eight Can't believe she played the witness tryna make them statements Grace of God, you know the truth, so I'm gon' beat them cases I would never put my hands on a woman, dawg I would never let it blam on a woman, dawg 'Cause if you know me, then you know just how I'm comin', dawg 'Cause I done worked to hard to throw this out for anyone of y'all I came from seein' niggas on sight Back to back Backwoods on them long nights Even when my niggas wrong, say they alright If they gon' lock me up because she lyin' then Make sure my kid is alright, make sure my chick is alright And make sure y'all sell these niggas All my written records that I did in case we face them long nights In case we face them hard nights, like these She the only chick I fucked that ever did me this low But, baby, out in cold, I don't bend, break or fold I know God got me, I ain't trippin' off these hoes Niggas show they colors now I'm only with the bros I'm only with the bros Shawty actin' like she don't respect a real nigga Then they wonder why I don't trust these hoes, no
Compositores: Dashawn Quincy White, Chaz Jackson (Mayday), Daystar Peterson, Orlando Williamson (Mr Int) ECAD: Obra #29833436