Damages
I lost my nigga he died in the street,
I Swear they should of did something to Me
Love all my bruddas i want em with me,
I Told my lil nigga stay down we gone eat
Got niggas in prison they wanna be free
, Put all my problem inside of the beat
I pour up a bottle, i smoke up the weed
I got some problems thats bigger than Me
But u wouldnt understand it, All i got on My heart is some bandages
Mama tell dont panic,
By my heart i got so many damages
I pour the lean in a fanta keep me from Rambling,
I flew to vegas went back to Atlanta but i wasnt gambling
Niggas they hate it and they tryna figure Out what
Type bag im in, you know if you Play wit it be a tragedy
Looking for me ill be getting to the money From monday through
Saturday, i Remember them niggas was
Fucking wit Me when my shoes was raggedy
I lost my nigga he died in the street,
I Swear they should of did something to Me
Love all my bruddas i want em with me,
I Told my lil nigga stay down we gone eat
Got niggas in prison they wanna be free
, Put all my problem inside of the beat
I pour up a bottle, i smoke up the weed
I got some problems thats bigger than Me
But u wouldnt understand it, All i got on My heart is some bandages
Mama tell dont panic,
By my heart i got so many damages
I pour the lean in a fanta keep me from Rambling,
I flew to vegas went back to Atlanta but i wasnt gambl...
I Swear they should of did something to Me
Love all my bruddas i want em with me,
I Told my lil nigga stay down we gone eat
Got niggas in prison they wanna be free
, Put all my problem inside of the beat
I pour up a bottle, i smoke up the weed
I got some problems thats bigger than Me
But u wouldnt understand it, All i got on My heart is some bandages
Mama tell dont panic,
By my heart i got so many damages
I pour the lean in a fanta keep me from Rambling,
I flew to vegas went back to Atlanta but i wasnt gambling
Niggas they hate it and they tryna figure Out what
Type bag im in, you know if you Play wit it be a tragedy
Looking for me ill be getting to the money From monday through
Saturday, i Remember them niggas was
Fucking wit Me when my shoes was raggedy
I lost my nigga he died in the street,
I Swear they should of did something to Me
Love all my bruddas i want em with me,
I Told my lil nigga stay down we gone eat
Got niggas in prison they wanna be free
, Put all my problem inside of the beat
I pour up a bottle, i smoke up the weed
I got some problems thats bigger than Me
But u wouldnt understand it, All i got on My heart is some bandages
Mama tell dont panic,
By my heart i got so many damages
I pour the lean in a fanta keep me from Rambling,
I flew to vegas went back to Atlanta but i wasnt gambl...
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Writer(s): Ernest Hudson
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