Maybe Freestyle
I gotta few real niggas and that's all I need
I gotta few bad bitches know they can call on me
Young nigga gotta count up every bill, before I go to sleep
They eyes turning green, but it ain't about green it's just jealousy
They tryna be seen, I just do me and know they gone notice me
This shit get obscene, but I stay on my dreams, even when winter come
Young nigga balling right now like I'm tryna win a ring
Hitting from deep we in round three
I'm feeling like Stephen Curry
We was at it before, shit was more simple
Swear it was a Golden State
My team hit the range, them machines finna sing like fuckin Jodeci
Nigga fuck do you mean? Can't stress about streams
I do this shit just to stream
Shit I see in my dreams, it's happens to me
These gifts can be hard to appease
You'll never catch me asking "why me?"
Cus I know I was chose for this shit
Young nigga don't be posting no pics on the gram cus I don't enjoy posing for shit
Sometimes the demons be pulling you backwards when you moving closer to shit
Sometimes it's snakes in the grass when yo ass really get to mowing that shit
But
Maybe I just think too much
Maybe I just know too much
She said I be on the go too much
Said I deal with other hoes too much
Well maybe baby if you real then you should show me something
Young nigga 22 but feel like I done seen too much
Maybe the typa love I have for you is hard to see
Maybe I need to feel your body cus it's heavenly
Maybe I can fly you out or where you wanna meet?
I'll pull up wit the pressure we can cop a B&B
Maybe I feel like the universe made you just for me
Maybe I feel like I'm the nigga for you technically
Maybe you can't run from certain shit cus that's destiny
Maybe all this fuckin greed gone be the death of me
Maybe I was vulnerable showed you the depth of me
Maybe next time we meet ya last time with me
Aye, yea
Spark the gas blow it away
Coming up on some cash today
Count from Sunday to Saturday
Know it's happy and sadder days
But you gotta make this shit shake
Either way, yea either way
Hope my real niggas don't change
It be so much fake shit in my face
Yea
Miss my niggas that's resting in peace
Yea
Swear a young nigga need to escape
Know I can't replace you
(Nobody can replace you)
Baby why'd I even try to
Girl you know I got that vibe off you
Yea, I don't wanna lie to you
I'm already knowing what you tryna do
Already knowing what you tryna to do
I gotta few bad bitches know they can call on me
Young nigga gotta count up every bill, before I go to sleep
They eyes turning green, but it ain't about green it's just jealousy
They tryna be seen, I just do me and know they gone notice me
This shit get obscene, but I stay on my dreams, even when winter come
Young nigga balling right now like I'm tryna win a ring
Hitting from deep we in round three
I'm feeling like Stephen Curry
We was at it before, shit was more simple
Swear it was a Golden State
My team hit the range, them machines finna sing like fuckin Jodeci
Nigga fuck do you mean? Can't stress about streams
I do this shit just to stream
Shit I see in my dreams, it's happens to me
These gifts can be hard to appease
You'll never catch me asking "why me?"
Cus I know I was chose for this shit
Young nigga don't be posting no pics on the gram cus I don't enjoy posing for shit
Sometimes the demons be pulling you backwards when you moving closer to shit
Sometimes it's snakes in the grass when yo ass really get to mowing that shit
But
Maybe I just think too much
Maybe I just know too much
She said I be on the go too much
Said I deal with other hoes too much
Well maybe baby if you real then you should show me something
Young nigga 22 but feel like I done seen too much
Maybe the typa love I have for you is hard to see
Maybe I need to feel your body cus it's heavenly
Maybe I can fly you out or where you wanna meet?
I'll pull up wit the pressure we can cop a B&B
Maybe I feel like the universe made you just for me
Maybe I feel like I'm the nigga for you technically
Maybe you can't run from certain shit cus that's destiny
Maybe all this fuckin greed gone be the death of me
Maybe I was vulnerable showed you the depth of me
Maybe next time we meet ya last time with me
Aye, yea
Spark the gas blow it away
Coming up on some cash today
Count from Sunday to Saturday
Know it's happy and sadder days
But you gotta make this shit shake
Either way, yea either way
Hope my real niggas don't change
It be so much fake shit in my face
Yea
Miss my niggas that's resting in peace
Yea
Swear a young nigga need to escape
Know I can't replace you
(Nobody can replace you)
Baby why'd I even try to
Girl you know I got that vibe off you
Yea, I don't wanna lie to you
I'm already knowing what you tryna do
Already knowing what you tryna to do
Credits
Writer(s): Jamari Canteen
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