High Beams
(This might be the realest shit I ever wrote)
(This one for them thug niggas, this one for them thug niggas)
(Might be the realest shit I ever wrote)
(This one for them thug niggas)
This one for them thug niggas
He ain't grow up to no heart so he lovin' the trenches
Hell, nah I can't trust niggas told em' he actin' so ignant no love for these bitches
Can't be showin' love
Really thought you was the one for me you know I could never hold a grudge
Maybe that's what I get that's what I get for showin' love
I been heartbroken betrayed still sit and cry sum days
Sit wit' Ji Weez and blaze thinkin' how imma change my ways
Just wanna see better days
Had a talk wit' God now I'm doin' better
I ain't never let the bullshit phase
Made it through the storm and through any weather
Said I'm treatin' you different we ain't together
That girl ain't my bitch don't know what to tell her
We might get together back in the future goofy bitch you know you ain't no fortune teller
I'm tryna get rich I rebuke the devil
Tell that nigga go talk to God bout it
Put you through some shit never used a shovel
I'm sorry that you had to cry bout it
I feel like the voice of the trenches
When I'm talkin' no option but listen
Middle finger that's to opposition
Ghetto angels I really be missin'
Said I love you but baby girl I lost the feelin'
Tryna play you want my intension
I regret it I forgot to mention
Niggas thinkin' I'm pussy but you know
The chosen one like I'm uno
Got me on Mars no Bruno
Tryna sell me some ass I'm like "eww no" yea, yea, yea
And there been plenty of times to cry about it yea, yea, yea
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right but I seem wrong ohh Ohh
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right wit' my high beams on Ohh, ohh
I done spent plenty nights out late night tryna get it right and my mama told me "bring it Home"
Mama I'm grown
I ain't never had a loan
So, I got it on my own
Mama I ain't comin' home, I ain't comin' home, I ain't comin' home
I done spent plenty nights
I done spent plenty nights
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right
(Get it right, get it right)
(That's NLB shit, uhnn)
(This one for them thug niggas, this one for them thug niggas)
(Might be the realest shit I ever wrote)
(This one for them thug niggas)
This one for them thug niggas
He ain't grow up to no heart so he lovin' the trenches
Hell, nah I can't trust niggas told em' he actin' so ignant no love for these bitches
Can't be showin' love
Really thought you was the one for me you know I could never hold a grudge
Maybe that's what I get that's what I get for showin' love
I been heartbroken betrayed still sit and cry sum days
Sit wit' Ji Weez and blaze thinkin' how imma change my ways
Just wanna see better days
Had a talk wit' God now I'm doin' better
I ain't never let the bullshit phase
Made it through the storm and through any weather
Said I'm treatin' you different we ain't together
That girl ain't my bitch don't know what to tell her
We might get together back in the future goofy bitch you know you ain't no fortune teller
I'm tryna get rich I rebuke the devil
Tell that nigga go talk to God bout it
Put you through some shit never used a shovel
I'm sorry that you had to cry bout it
I feel like the voice of the trenches
When I'm talkin' no option but listen
Middle finger that's to opposition
Ghetto angels I really be missin'
Said I love you but baby girl I lost the feelin'
Tryna play you want my intension
I regret it I forgot to mention
Niggas thinkin' I'm pussy but you know
The chosen one like I'm uno
Got me on Mars no Bruno
Tryna sell me some ass I'm like "eww no" yea, yea, yea
And there been plenty of times to cry about it yea, yea, yea
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right but I seem wrong ohh Ohh
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right wit' my high beams on Ohh, ohh
I done spent plenty nights out late night tryna get it right and my mama told me "bring it Home"
Mama I'm grown
I ain't never had a loan
So, I got it on my own
Mama I ain't comin' home, I ain't comin' home, I ain't comin' home
I done spent plenty nights
I done spent plenty nights
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right
I done spent plenty nights contemplating thinkin' tryin' get it right
(Get it right, get it right)
(That's NLB shit, uhnn)
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Writer(s): David Freeman
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