Selfless
Aye Aye what you need, lemme help you out
Do it out of love I don't do it for the clout
I said aye what you need, lemme weigh it out
Bobo throwing deals and lil bro you missing out
Know my parents raised me right cuz I'm always tryna help
If you hungry than I got you, give you food right off my shelf
But my life a living hell you can't see it through your cell
Cuz I post like I be happy but my life ain't really well
Man I'm sad they all gone
Face a blunt of strong
I roll up a dutch and my girl smoke out the bong
Don't care bout no hit you gone feel what's in my song
Bobo 2.0 and im righting all my wrongs
Did some dirt made em hurt now my bro thinks its his turn
You aint gotta do this but I know you bouta learn
If you want some money homie you just gotta earn it
Streets don't love you back, get this cash and then we burn it
I said bread
All I fucking said
I sip on the wok lil homie sipping red
Why you boring, leave em snoring my team winning cuz we scoring
Go drop off some merch than we pull off in a foriegn
Yeah we hot box
Drop Tops
Popping like some pop rocks
My door got like 5 locks and my head got them big locks
You tripping, slipping, Bobo steady sipping
I won't ever fail even though that's what they wishing, aye yuh
Do it out of love I don't do it for the clout
I said aye what you need, lemme weigh it out
Bobo throwing deals and lil bro you missing out
Know my parents raised me right cuz I'm always tryna help
If you hungry than I got you, give you food right off my shelf
But my life a living hell you can't see it through your cell
Cuz I post like I be happy but my life ain't really well
Man I'm sad they all gone
Face a blunt of strong
I roll up a dutch and my girl smoke out the bong
Don't care bout no hit you gone feel what's in my song
Bobo 2.0 and im righting all my wrongs
Did some dirt made em hurt now my bro thinks its his turn
You aint gotta do this but I know you bouta learn
If you want some money homie you just gotta earn it
Streets don't love you back, get this cash and then we burn it
I said bread
All I fucking said
I sip on the wok lil homie sipping red
Why you boring, leave em snoring my team winning cuz we scoring
Go drop off some merch than we pull off in a foriegn
Yeah we hot box
Drop Tops
Popping like some pop rocks
My door got like 5 locks and my head got them big locks
You tripping, slipping, Bobo steady sipping
I won't ever fail even though that's what they wishing, aye yuh
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Writer(s): Brodi Thompson
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