Rings
Yo
What time is it
Shit, Im still fucked up last night bro
I hope this helps
My life's a movie, hope you get the chance to feel me
And they might shoot me but I swear they'll never kill me
I been through hell and back and nigga look, I'm still me
My niggas out of jail, but trust me they don't feel free
We finna stack it up up to the ceiling
I'm in the stu and these rappers in their feelings
These bitches showing fake love, I want the real thing
And if I never find the one, I'll buy myself rings
She wanna roll with a king
I wanna smoke with a queen
She gon fall in love
Turn her into a fiend
Remember we was eighteen
We was chasing our dreams
In the basement we peeped
Everything we could be
White tee, ripped jeans
Iced tea, grilled cheese
Broke kids in the winter
So we had to make heat
Made "We Gon See"
And got left on seen
Now we coming up
And they all on me
They all on me
Eyes all on me
Can't work for free
Struggle ain't cheap
We need to eat
We need to breathe
My life's a movie, hope you get the chance to feel me
And they might shoot me but I swear they'll never kill me
I been through hell and back and nigga look, I'm still me
My niggas out of jail, but trust me they don't feel free
We finna stack it up up to the ceiling
I'm in the stu and these rappers in their feelings
These bitches showing fake love, I want the real thing
And if I never find the one, I'll buy myself rings
What time is it
Shit, Im still fucked up last night bro
I hope this helps
My life's a movie, hope you get the chance to feel me
And they might shoot me but I swear they'll never kill me
I been through hell and back and nigga look, I'm still me
My niggas out of jail, but trust me they don't feel free
We finna stack it up up to the ceiling
I'm in the stu and these rappers in their feelings
These bitches showing fake love, I want the real thing
And if I never find the one, I'll buy myself rings
She wanna roll with a king
I wanna smoke with a queen
She gon fall in love
Turn her into a fiend
Remember we was eighteen
We was chasing our dreams
In the basement we peeped
Everything we could be
White tee, ripped jeans
Iced tea, grilled cheese
Broke kids in the winter
So we had to make heat
Made "We Gon See"
And got left on seen
Now we coming up
And they all on me
They all on me
Eyes all on me
Can't work for free
Struggle ain't cheap
We need to eat
We need to breathe
My life's a movie, hope you get the chance to feel me
And they might shoot me but I swear they'll never kill me
I been through hell and back and nigga look, I'm still me
My niggas out of jail, but trust me they don't feel free
We finna stack it up up to the ceiling
I'm in the stu and these rappers in their feelings
These bitches showing fake love, I want the real thing
And if I never find the one, I'll buy myself rings
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Writer(s): Jesus Almonte
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