Something I Do
You remind me of a shorty that I Should've chased
A shorty that I should've saved
If life never got in the way
You've been on my mind these last Couple days
Cause I see you posting more so I Know you in pain
Don't lie to me.
Tweets can never find out the truth
So I'm digging through your soul and Notes
Because I'm finding you
All the pain and misery it seems that You've been through
I'm doing what I ought to do because He's showing me what not to do
First listen
I ain't here to compare
Because I know it's not fair
You have some history
But have you ever pondered through The reason
Late at night when you be sleepin
Turning and knowing you dreaming About kissing me
See that's just it for me
That's all I need
A motive in the motion
To be devoted
In a shorty that shouldn't fight for Free
The last nigga he was filled with Greed
I'm showing you that love you hold While you swiping all through that EBT
But not for long though
That's how I do
I'm the type to claim your love
Like this a W2
And I would never let you go
Cause you a W too
I'm tryna understand my fate
Learning through his mistakes
So Look inside my life and tell me
Do I need someone to help me
I don't need a helping hand
If you don't understand
That this is something I do
Liquor up inside my cup
I sip Geronimo
Niggas playing dominos
Spanish music as the audio
Moments where we lay back and Chill
I love my niggas cause they keepin it Real
They type to bring the steel
If other niggas don't feel
How we feel
Well fuck it
Cause we gon keep it concealed
Cause the night is gon be something That's real
Bass bumping
So high
I can feel it in my cheeks
Pouring liquor on the floor
For all my niggas beneath
Rest In Peace
For those who die in these streets
I would be lying if I said
That ain't mean nothing me
I watch the actions that you chose
And understand where I'm from
Cause I grew up in the hood
But kept away from the guns
And momma never kept me home
Because she lacked all the funds
I had fun
All youth
While others had no choice to move
And they parents too
Inside this fucking jungle
That's the shit that really made me Humble
I write these songs and I stumble
With the idea
Of the pain I dealt
I understand
That it will never be the pain you felt
Oh well I know I'll keep it moving
This a track for all my niggas that Gon keep it moving
So Look inside my life and tell me
Do I need someone to help me
I don't need a helping hand
If you don't understand
That this is something I do
Yeah
And this is something I do
A shorty that I should've saved
If life never got in the way
You've been on my mind these last Couple days
Cause I see you posting more so I Know you in pain
Don't lie to me.
Tweets can never find out the truth
So I'm digging through your soul and Notes
Because I'm finding you
All the pain and misery it seems that You've been through
I'm doing what I ought to do because He's showing me what not to do
First listen
I ain't here to compare
Because I know it's not fair
You have some history
But have you ever pondered through The reason
Late at night when you be sleepin
Turning and knowing you dreaming About kissing me
See that's just it for me
That's all I need
A motive in the motion
To be devoted
In a shorty that shouldn't fight for Free
The last nigga he was filled with Greed
I'm showing you that love you hold While you swiping all through that EBT
But not for long though
That's how I do
I'm the type to claim your love
Like this a W2
And I would never let you go
Cause you a W too
I'm tryna understand my fate
Learning through his mistakes
So Look inside my life and tell me
Do I need someone to help me
I don't need a helping hand
If you don't understand
That this is something I do
Liquor up inside my cup
I sip Geronimo
Niggas playing dominos
Spanish music as the audio
Moments where we lay back and Chill
I love my niggas cause they keepin it Real
They type to bring the steel
If other niggas don't feel
How we feel
Well fuck it
Cause we gon keep it concealed
Cause the night is gon be something That's real
Bass bumping
So high
I can feel it in my cheeks
Pouring liquor on the floor
For all my niggas beneath
Rest In Peace
For those who die in these streets
I would be lying if I said
That ain't mean nothing me
I watch the actions that you chose
And understand where I'm from
Cause I grew up in the hood
But kept away from the guns
And momma never kept me home
Because she lacked all the funds
I had fun
All youth
While others had no choice to move
And they parents too
Inside this fucking jungle
That's the shit that really made me Humble
I write these songs and I stumble
With the idea
Of the pain I dealt
I understand
That it will never be the pain you felt
Oh well I know I'll keep it moving
This a track for all my niggas that Gon keep it moving
So Look inside my life and tell me
Do I need someone to help me
I don't need a helping hand
If you don't understand
That this is something I do
Yeah
And this is something I do
Credits
Writer(s): Jens Reyes
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