4 Am
Trying to heal my pain gotta hit my cup
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pouring a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just gotta let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he having some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
Try to reach for these racks then I'm up'n this glizzy
Put a hole in his head leave his body on the floor
Compromising he a rat and his buddy ain't know
Still be dreaming about days when I kicked in them doors
Maria had died and I lost my mind
Cuz I think bout' lil Pittsburg we slept on the floor
So much pain my daddy don't even really know
Pray to god my soul one day I glow
Pray to god my soul one day I know
Pray that god expose my fake ass bros
Never know how im living as life just goes
20 Racks neat this a big bankroll
Sippin' on wock moon walk like Mike
Pull up put the gun down n lets fight
Mama said don't let them n ride on yo bike
My brother got a phone on lockdown fuck a kite
Trying to heal my pain gotta hit my cup
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pourin' a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just got to let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he havin' some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
Pull up where he layin' just like a pamper
Sprayin' at him him and all of his folks
Lil Roach don't know who shot your bro
Lil Roach don't know who sent them shells at your door
Now I'm spendin' racks on my bitch
Cuz I love to see the smile on her face right there just glow
You n the ones that really been calling the cops
Big cap in your rap you ain't spun no blocks
Now you clutching your pistol and pointing at me
But I ain't bothered cuz I'm knowing that you really a hoe
Yeen' gotta go home but lil bitch you gotta go
Getting this money is all that I know
Smoking exotic put percs in her throat
Big boy penthouse 32 floor
Hit my first lick then I hit me some more
Locked in like some dreads stay down got to grow
Trying to heal my pain gotta hit my cup
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pourin' a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just gotta let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he having some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pouring a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just gotta let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he having some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
Try to reach for these racks then I'm up'n this glizzy
Put a hole in his head leave his body on the floor
Compromising he a rat and his buddy ain't know
Still be dreaming about days when I kicked in them doors
Maria had died and I lost my mind
Cuz I think bout' lil Pittsburg we slept on the floor
So much pain my daddy don't even really know
Pray to god my soul one day I glow
Pray to god my soul one day I know
Pray that god expose my fake ass bros
Never know how im living as life just goes
20 Racks neat this a big bankroll
Sippin' on wock moon walk like Mike
Pull up put the gun down n lets fight
Mama said don't let them n ride on yo bike
My brother got a phone on lockdown fuck a kite
Trying to heal my pain gotta hit my cup
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pourin' a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just got to let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he havin' some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
Pull up where he layin' just like a pamper
Sprayin' at him him and all of his folks
Lil Roach don't know who shot your bro
Lil Roach don't know who sent them shells at your door
Now I'm spendin' racks on my bitch
Cuz I love to see the smile on her face right there just glow
You n the ones that really been calling the cops
Big cap in your rap you ain't spun no blocks
Now you clutching your pistol and pointing at me
But I ain't bothered cuz I'm knowing that you really a hoe
Yeen' gotta go home but lil bitch you gotta go
Getting this money is all that I know
Smoking exotic put percs in her throat
Big boy penthouse 32 floor
Hit my first lick then I hit me some more
Locked in like some dreads stay down got to grow
Trying to heal my pain gotta hit my cup
32 Gang no gang but us
N talking big shit like he got more bucks
We'll come through push up in a truck
I done gave him some game I ain't give him enough
He want a chain he ain't making enough
Pop quiz shit don't test your luck
Stunna life shit yo baby daddy a duck
2019 Digital dash I do the dash while pourin' a 4
The bitch want my heart but I know she a hoe
Told the bitch it's certain shit we just gotta let go
Now this bitch trying to fuck on my brother cuz he having some motion
She know he ain't never going back broke
007 Get respect like the pope
Money on my mind gotta stick to my goals
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Withers
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