Hurt

I show nothing but love to you
Niggas looking for something to do
Throw me under a bus or two
Only right if I bust a move

I can't sit around waiting on niggas
That just ain't what a hustler do
Not the type to be comfortable
Switch it up and do something new
I don't know when to call a quit
Ain't a hundred you counterfeit
And you gotta watch your back
It be the niggas you count it with
I know it really don't sound like legit
I had to see with my own two
Niggas don't know what I'm going through, yeah
I ain't gon' hold you

Man this shit got me hurt for real
Got this shit out the dirt for real
I'd rather work than chill
Keep me distracted
Type of shit make you want to go crack the seal
Pop the pill
Nah for real
I could never go backwards
Put the pieces perfect with the passion
Watch me turn a bucket to a Aston Martin
Push the start it fasten
Your seatbelt

I'm finna do the dash & hall it
But she tellin' me go faster
I don't want to see me up and crash the wall
Or drop the ball but gas in
What if I run it up and they actin' phony?
Grab a 40 then pack it on me
Know I'm sounding dramatic homie
I can't put nothing past the homies
I been dealing with facts only
I been dealing with family only
Why you wanna turn backwards on me?
Feel like they want to Al Capone me
Gotta keep something fat on me
I could never go back bony

I show nothing but love to you
Niggas looking for something to do
Throw me under a bus or two
Only right if I bust a move
I can't sit around waiting on niggas
That just ain't what a hustler do
Not the type to be comfortable
Switch it up and do something new
I don't know when to call a quit
Ain't a hundred you counterfeit
And you gotta watch your back
It be the niggas you count it with
I know it really don't sound like legit
I had to see with my own two
Niggas don't know what I'm going through, yeah
I ain't gon' hold you
Man this shit got me hurt for real



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Writer(s): Matthew Dean Burdette
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