Pay A Vist
They say actions speak louder than words
Guess I ain't neva here it
Voices in my head said if you gone rap invest in yo appearance
That money he got from that deal spent it all on jewelry
Cousin doing life in prison he still can't face the jury
He call my phone every other day still act like I ain't here it
The money he needed for his books I know that I cant send it
Struggling just to make it out I ain't gotta pop to piss in
As Lil kids we was some basterds used to run amuck
Playin around in that kitchen dishes used to fuck'em up
Momma said getcho ass a job I went and doubled up
Workin these 9 to 5s trynna make trynna run it up
Mcdonalds got kinda crazy kitchen Flippin doubles up
Steak n Shake people was lazy counting my numbers up
Body shops we was bodybuilding until they switched em up
in the booth writing this song beat steady changing up
She said that she was down she was gone ride for me
Bonnie and Clyde but bonnie ain't neva on the side of me
Said you wouldn't walk up out my life I guess you lied to me
Said that love was gone last forever girl why you lie to me
Yea we the MOB Nah he ain't came wit us
If you gangbang Nah you can't hang wit us my table
Full of bosses nigga run yo numbers up
Tickle me Elmo ass niggas we'll getcho tummy touched fuck nigga
Mula been dead for five years still ain't had the time to visit
Pray to god every single night to make the right decisions
They say he who fear death be the weakest witness
But I walk wit my head down I ain't get the chance to fear it
God sending symbols and signs my sins I'm still repenting
Momma up late walkin round them long nights I remember
Pops wasn't neva around still had the time to visit
Pain is my past and the passion yea that's what made a nigga
I'm in the booth and I'm still writing to the same song
Baby still riding tryna fuck wit all my chains on
Drowning in these bottles one to the head until the pain gone
Poping these downers pain pills until the pain num
I remember them nights we was balled up couldn't afford heat
Momma bringing Tv dinners home couldn't afford meat
Bitch keep asking for the dick she know she cant afford me
They say actions speak louder than words
Guess I ain't neva here it
Voices in my head said if you gone rap invest in yo appearance
That money he got from that deal spent it all on jewelry
Cousin doing life in prison he still can't face the jury
He call my phone every other day still act like I ain't here it
The money he needed for his books I know that I cant send it
Struggling just to make it out I ain't gotta pop to piss in
Guess I ain't neva here it
Voices in my head said if you gone rap invest in yo appearance
That money he got from that deal spent it all on jewelry
Cousin doing life in prison he still can't face the jury
He call my phone every other day still act like I ain't here it
The money he needed for his books I know that I cant send it
Struggling just to make it out I ain't gotta pop to piss in
As Lil kids we was some basterds used to run amuck
Playin around in that kitchen dishes used to fuck'em up
Momma said getcho ass a job I went and doubled up
Workin these 9 to 5s trynna make trynna run it up
Mcdonalds got kinda crazy kitchen Flippin doubles up
Steak n Shake people was lazy counting my numbers up
Body shops we was bodybuilding until they switched em up
in the booth writing this song beat steady changing up
She said that she was down she was gone ride for me
Bonnie and Clyde but bonnie ain't neva on the side of me
Said you wouldn't walk up out my life I guess you lied to me
Said that love was gone last forever girl why you lie to me
Yea we the MOB Nah he ain't came wit us
If you gangbang Nah you can't hang wit us my table
Full of bosses nigga run yo numbers up
Tickle me Elmo ass niggas we'll getcho tummy touched fuck nigga
Mula been dead for five years still ain't had the time to visit
Pray to god every single night to make the right decisions
They say he who fear death be the weakest witness
But I walk wit my head down I ain't get the chance to fear it
God sending symbols and signs my sins I'm still repenting
Momma up late walkin round them long nights I remember
Pops wasn't neva around still had the time to visit
Pain is my past and the passion yea that's what made a nigga
I'm in the booth and I'm still writing to the same song
Baby still riding tryna fuck wit all my chains on
Drowning in these bottles one to the head until the pain gone
Poping these downers pain pills until the pain num
I remember them nights we was balled up couldn't afford heat
Momma bringing Tv dinners home couldn't afford meat
Bitch keep asking for the dick she know she cant afford me
They say actions speak louder than words
Guess I ain't neva here it
Voices in my head said if you gone rap invest in yo appearance
That money he got from that deal spent it all on jewelry
Cousin doing life in prison he still can't face the jury
He call my phone every other day still act like I ain't here it
The money he needed for his books I know that I cant send it
Struggling just to make it out I ain't gotta pop to piss in
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Gordon
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