Bella
Thinking life was better when i wasn't popping
Shopping, always polo rocking
Now i hit the spot and get an ears
Nigga said his sister died my music kept him cheerful
Shorty hear my music said i'm real as i appear too
And she just brought the mp3
I lay it down in waves...
Was it better when i didn't care
Fuck it lets get paid...
Most time you can find me in the spot moving dolo
Ducking all the photo they just want the promo
Living fast, got to roll the fire make it slow-mo
I'm really trynna go gold
I really want a grammy
But i'm dealing with this trust shit
Talent with a fatal smiles say i'm hard for them to fuck with
Niggas side hate say it built up in his budget
Won't extend the help when they see a nigga struggling
All they see us fire under the pot thinking that i'm bubblin'
Fuck it i'm in every rap discussion
Maybe it was better when i wasn't hot
Maybe i would respond to my messages and not the plot
Maybe i would rap about my hunger and not the cops
I'd share my life on social media everything i island hop
I was born chubby, i was never fitting in
I'm cool with that... so i came to terms with the pen
So i'm rules with that my mind stretch like Beethoven on the 10th
My faith open, left the gate open, let her bella
Thinking life was better when i didn't have a record
I ain't say a word i could have been gone for months
My pee was too dirty couldn't stay off them blunts
I didn't see homies for like 30 days
I can understand, it was a fucking raid
Nightmare from my wildest dreams
Police in my addict... i took it for the team
Stress on my mind weighed heavy for a year!
Wishing i could go away and never reappear
I gave you beautiful when shit was ugly
Smiled in my cover but my kicks was muddy
Thinking it was better when they didn't love me
If i was regular would they hug me!
Feeling like i'm mitch
Life's a bitch and she bad tho
All this complaining got me feeling like an asshole
Never more than i can handle
He gave me ammor for they ammo
So bran know what it mean when mikey lite the candle
Why me? why not? i can be the man tho
Tell my life and jam that's the plan tho
Chasing down this shit like forever
My beautiful life... call her Bella
Shopping, always polo rocking
Now i hit the spot and get an ears
Nigga said his sister died my music kept him cheerful
Shorty hear my music said i'm real as i appear too
And she just brought the mp3
I lay it down in waves...
Was it better when i didn't care
Fuck it lets get paid...
Most time you can find me in the spot moving dolo
Ducking all the photo they just want the promo
Living fast, got to roll the fire make it slow-mo
I'm really trynna go gold
I really want a grammy
But i'm dealing with this trust shit
Talent with a fatal smiles say i'm hard for them to fuck with
Niggas side hate say it built up in his budget
Won't extend the help when they see a nigga struggling
All they see us fire under the pot thinking that i'm bubblin'
Fuck it i'm in every rap discussion
Maybe it was better when i wasn't hot
Maybe i would respond to my messages and not the plot
Maybe i would rap about my hunger and not the cops
I'd share my life on social media everything i island hop
I was born chubby, i was never fitting in
I'm cool with that... so i came to terms with the pen
So i'm rules with that my mind stretch like Beethoven on the 10th
My faith open, left the gate open, let her bella
Thinking life was better when i didn't have a record
I ain't say a word i could have been gone for months
My pee was too dirty couldn't stay off them blunts
I didn't see homies for like 30 days
I can understand, it was a fucking raid
Nightmare from my wildest dreams
Police in my addict... i took it for the team
Stress on my mind weighed heavy for a year!
Wishing i could go away and never reappear
I gave you beautiful when shit was ugly
Smiled in my cover but my kicks was muddy
Thinking it was better when they didn't love me
If i was regular would they hug me!
Feeling like i'm mitch
Life's a bitch and she bad tho
All this complaining got me feeling like an asshole
Never more than i can handle
He gave me ammor for they ammo
So bran know what it mean when mikey lite the candle
Why me? why not? i can be the man tho
Tell my life and jam that's the plan tho
Chasing down this shit like forever
My beautiful life... call her Bella
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Millions
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