Be Careful
In my city man you gotta keep a glock on you
Niggas peepin what you doing so they plot on you
Mama told me niggas out chea fakin it
Gotta keep that thang on me just in case
To afford to my wife and my baby girl
They both are my world
It's time to put that work in
Feel the lord in my presence
Money bring ya problems
Sometimes you can't solve em
Be careful who you with
They might put you in some shit
You might lose ya life so quick
Uh huh
Forgive me lord
Ooohh ouu
Oh I have seen
I'm just a man
Tryin to do what I can
I'm the man with the plan
No more sufferin'
Lord give me a helpin' hand
Yeeaaah
Yeeaaah
I'm steady lookin out for these no good niggas
Niggas call me broke they same hatin ass niggas
Pillow talkin to them hoes make a nigga deal wit ya
All you do is cap hope you really bout ya issue
Niggas they be trippin' they be doin too much
Homie bought a pistol all he wanna do is clutch
He told my bm he bet not never catch me slippin'
Nigga really talkin like his trigga' finger itchin'
But if he really on it all he gotta do is show me
Nigga talkin green I could never be his homie
He like a toilet bowl cuz he really pee on
I know that nigga pussy I could never see em
I talk to my dawg in the cell everyday
Date pushed back everyday bout his case
I talk to bruh and told him you too greedy for the cake
It's somethin like a race you just gotta keep the pace
Hoe snicthed on him that's why I rap about the fake
Gotta play it safe keep the snakes out ya face
And when them crackers askin you don't know what to say
Me and the homie always ballin' on the court
But now I only see him when he showin up to court
Shit feel crazy I don't see him with the shorts
My nigga hot boy yea he somethin like a torch
Losing all my niggas close ones i can't afford
My nigga verd locked up and E in the trenches
Damn they hit my nigga when he slidin with the Mrs
I wish that I was with him when them bullets got to spittin'
Hollowtips in the clip so you know a nigga hittin'
Be careful who you with
They might put you in some shit
Uhh huh
I'm just a man
Tryin' to do what I can
Lose ya life
Niggas peepin what you doing so they plot on you
Mama told me niggas out chea fakin it
Gotta keep that thang on me just in case
To afford to my wife and my baby girl
They both are my world
It's time to put that work in
Feel the lord in my presence
Money bring ya problems
Sometimes you can't solve em
Be careful who you with
They might put you in some shit
You might lose ya life so quick
Uh huh
Forgive me lord
Ooohh ouu
Oh I have seen
I'm just a man
Tryin to do what I can
I'm the man with the plan
No more sufferin'
Lord give me a helpin' hand
Yeeaaah
Yeeaaah
I'm steady lookin out for these no good niggas
Niggas call me broke they same hatin ass niggas
Pillow talkin to them hoes make a nigga deal wit ya
All you do is cap hope you really bout ya issue
Niggas they be trippin' they be doin too much
Homie bought a pistol all he wanna do is clutch
He told my bm he bet not never catch me slippin'
Nigga really talkin like his trigga' finger itchin'
But if he really on it all he gotta do is show me
Nigga talkin green I could never be his homie
He like a toilet bowl cuz he really pee on
I know that nigga pussy I could never see em
I talk to my dawg in the cell everyday
Date pushed back everyday bout his case
I talk to bruh and told him you too greedy for the cake
It's somethin like a race you just gotta keep the pace
Hoe snicthed on him that's why I rap about the fake
Gotta play it safe keep the snakes out ya face
And when them crackers askin you don't know what to say
Me and the homie always ballin' on the court
But now I only see him when he showin up to court
Shit feel crazy I don't see him with the shorts
My nigga hot boy yea he somethin like a torch
Losing all my niggas close ones i can't afford
My nigga verd locked up and E in the trenches
Damn they hit my nigga when he slidin with the Mrs
I wish that I was with him when them bullets got to spittin'
Hollowtips in the clip so you know a nigga hittin'
Be careful who you with
They might put you in some shit
Uhh huh
I'm just a man
Tryin' to do what I can
Lose ya life
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Writer(s): Johnathan Jean
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