Desperado (Radio Edit)
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
They don't really want problems, they just want to talk it out
Shotgun shells is hell you won't be walking out
You won't need a doctor, nigga you'll need a coriner
And I aint going nowhere, posted up on your corner
Chest out - vest off, looking just like a foreigner
Hair all scrappy and nappy yelling get at me
Niggas been fronting on-line never went at me
Don't make me pop up on that ass just like ya pappy
Around fourth period, Just after lunchtime
Give the ball up you arainten't ready for punch time
But me, shit - I'm good with the lights on
With the band behind me, playing the fight song
I'm Ghost, Tommy, Avon, Stringer
I'm a beast, monster, I'm a ringer
I love cooking beef, let these Niggas go ham
Even though I hate pig, still put them in a pan
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
El lit and nigga I'm hell-bent
Trying to make it out the land of haters and selfish
Everybody know that them haters is selfish
Until the boys start to make it, then them Niggas tell-snitch
Volunteer information that nobody asked
Pull up in a smoove coop a we gon' get to blasting
I never really understood their motive
How you mad when another Black Man get promoted
I was strugglin - the grizzy,
Hustle from the dirt- became a diamond in the rough
I guess the pressure worked
Blood, sweat, and tears I just wiped it on my shirt
Had some problems through the years but I continue to work
Mama probably mad, hear this song and go berserk
Because I'm wrapping about hoes, Hennessey, and smoking herb
I put it on the line with a target on my shirt
Just to go back to the hood and make the tires go skirt
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
This the feelin when G Money got killed by his brother Nino
Picture heat deniro gettin chased by Pachino
Tryna blow up like sam rothstein in Casino
But kept comin up short like Devito
Im no Superman but shit, its been alot of Dark Knights
Lifes no crystal stair, but just a couple more flights
Before you drive by, you gotta know to hit those car lights
Big fish in sea, never had a shark bite
Ran with gangs in the west, ran with crews in the east
Grew up with a pops, that was abusing the streets
Used to be train robbers, now they cant stop us
Homie gave me work, I was dry before a paint job was
Damn I miss my niggas, think im crazy? Yo them niggas was buggin
Seen way too many things to wanna stick with the hustling
Still belong to nothing, but connect to everything
Married to the game, cant be tamed by the wedding ring
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
They don't really want problems, they just want to talk it out
Shotgun shells is hell you won't be walking out
You won't need a doctor, nigga you'll need a coriner
And I aint going nowhere, posted up on your corner
Chest out - vest off, looking just like a foreigner
Hair all scrappy and nappy yelling get at me
Niggas been fronting on-line never went at me
Don't make me pop up on that ass just like ya pappy
Around fourth period, Just after lunchtime
Give the ball up you arainten't ready for punch time
But me, shit - I'm good with the lights on
With the band behind me, playing the fight song
I'm Ghost, Tommy, Avon, Stringer
I'm a beast, monster, I'm a ringer
I love cooking beef, let these Niggas go ham
Even though I hate pig, still put them in a pan
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
El lit and nigga I'm hell-bent
Trying to make it out the land of haters and selfish
Everybody know that them haters is selfish
Until the boys start to make it, then them Niggas tell-snitch
Volunteer information that nobody asked
Pull up in a smoove coop a we gon' get to blasting
I never really understood their motive
How you mad when another Black Man get promoted
I was strugglin - the grizzy,
Hustle from the dirt- became a diamond in the rough
I guess the pressure worked
Blood, sweat, and tears I just wiped it on my shirt
Had some problems through the years but I continue to work
Mama probably mad, hear this song and go berserk
Because I'm wrapping about hoes, Hennessey, and smoking herb
I put it on the line with a target on my shirt
Just to go back to the hood and make the tires go skirt
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
This the feelin when G Money got killed by his brother Nino
Picture heat deniro gettin chased by Pachino
Tryna blow up like sam rothstein in Casino
But kept comin up short like Devito
Im no Superman but shit, its been alot of Dark Knights
Lifes no crystal stair, but just a couple more flights
Before you drive by, you gotta know to hit those car lights
Big fish in sea, never had a shark bite
Ran with gangs in the west, ran with crews in the east
Grew up with a pops, that was abusing the streets
Used to be train robbers, now they cant stop us
Homie gave me work, I was dry before a paint job was
Damn I miss my niggas, think im crazy? Yo them niggas was buggin
Seen way too many things to wanna stick with the hustling
Still belong to nothing, but connect to everything
Married to the game, cant be tamed by the wedding ring
Sometimes I feel like nobody can control me
Times get hard and it's like there's nobody to console me
Maybe I'm just jaded, I swear these Niggas can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
Credits
Writer(s): Ava Aldridge, Lenny Leblanc
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