Tell You That
Bow yo' head for the grace
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
We ain't spare no nigga through nun I can tell you that
Put that pain in my song listen to me rap
And we ain't never run I can tell you that
On the road tryna get it gone I can tell you that
Please don't ask me what I'm on
If I ain't ask you that
Hate how a bitch a do you wrong
Then blame it on how you act
You fucked yo' profit money up
But told us you had racks
We had to teach the grown niggas
How to act, yeah yeah
This ain't a act
This shit a lifestyle
Motivate the trenches see the light now
I was living wrong I'm tryna live right now
I was doing wrong I'm tryna do right now
Yeah yeah
Its okay, its okay
Its okay, its okay, its okay
Its okay its okay, yeah yeah
Its okay its okay its okay
Bow yo' head through the grace
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
He won't 'pose to be right there so he got caught wit 'em
Niggas don't value family no more I'm still on the block wit 'em
And you was hurt bout what they said like that ain't my nigga
You catch 'em one to his head die nigga
You fucked the bitch tell a white lie
Like I ain't hit it
Can't lose focus when you slide
Can't afford to miss 'em
A saved nigga can be a victim
Police ruled a homicide
Traced fentanyl in his system
Yeah yeah
C.I.'s working off the buddy system
I heard you fucking wit them other niggas
That shit hurt different when it's yo' own niggas
Them bitches fucking like we grown nigga
Yeah yeah
Ho' get away from me you on yo' own wit it
The situation who I'm I to say what's wrong wit it?
What's wrong wit it?, yeah yeah
You got the wrong nigga, yeah yeah
Bow yo' head through the grace
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
We ain't spare no nigga through nun I can tell you that
Put that pain in my song listen to me rap
And we ain't never run I can tell you that
On the road tryna get it gone I can tell you that
Please don't ask me what I'm on
If I ain't ask you that
Hate how a bitch a do you wrong
Then blame it on how you act
You fucked yo' profit money up
But told us you had racks
We had to teach the grown niggas
How to act, yeah yeah
This ain't a act
This shit a lifestyle
Motivate the trenches see the light now
I was living wrong I'm tryna live right now
I was doing wrong I'm tryna do right now
Yeah yeah
Its okay, its okay
Its okay, its okay, its okay
Its okay its okay, yeah yeah
Its okay its okay its okay
Bow yo' head through the grace
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
He won't 'pose to be right there so he got caught wit 'em
Niggas don't value family no more I'm still on the block wit 'em
And you was hurt bout what they said like that ain't my nigga
You catch 'em one to his head die nigga
You fucked the bitch tell a white lie
Like I ain't hit it
Can't lose focus when you slide
Can't afford to miss 'em
A saved nigga can be a victim
Police ruled a homicide
Traced fentanyl in his system
Yeah yeah
C.I.'s working off the buddy system
I heard you fucking wit them other niggas
That shit hurt different when it's yo' own niggas
Them bitches fucking like we grown nigga
Yeah yeah
Ho' get away from me you on yo' own wit it
The situation who I'm I to say what's wrong wit it?
What's wrong wit it?, yeah yeah
You got the wrong nigga, yeah yeah
Bow yo' head through the grace
Nanny's different
Momma looked me in my eyes
Knew I was different
Sneaking drugs in the crib
I was tripping
It was love that was there
But sum' missing
We was different
I can tell you that
Shoot for fun
I can tell you that
We ain't never run
I can tell you that
And we spare no nigga through nun
I can tell you that
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Jeremy Scott
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