The Lies//All We Got (feat. Yung Kacchan)

Aye, mhm
Aye, I gotta get me a bag
I gotta get me a bag
Yuh, yuh

I gotta get me a bag
Unconditional love I never had
When I pop out I pull up in the Jag
Said I wouldnt make now niggas be mad
Aye
One fourty-one on the range
I got the beats and be letting em bang
I even bought my main thing a lil rang
She want some change I'm not super mane can't do everythang

Love when the top is off
Riding hot
I'm in charge baby
Yeah When I'm involved
Drop ya guard
Not that hard baby
Love when the top is off
Riding hot
I'm in charge baby
Yeah When I'm involved
Drop ya guard
Not that hard baby

So many things in my life cause me pain
It's so many things that I wish I could change
Like stopping my homie from ending his life, and helping my mom get up off the cocaine
I'm so depressed but I'm out with the gang
Luh bitch slurp me up like she eating Lo Mein
Got Dopamine scarcity don't feel a thang
I can't fall in love cuz my heart doesn't break
At least she treats me like I'm somebody
Yeah but would she love you if you were nobody?
Nobody loved me when I was nobody
I did
Before the money, and before the fame
And before the lie

I gotta get me a bag
Unconditional love I never had
When I pop out I pull up in the Jag
Said I wouldnt make now niggas be mad
Aye
One fourty-one on the range
I got the beats and be letting em bang
I even bought my main thing a lil rang
She want some change I'm not super mane can't do everythang

Love when the top is off
Riding hot
I'm in charge baby
Yeah When I'm involved
Drop ya guard
Not that hard baby
Love when the top is off
Riding hot
I'm in charge baby
Yeah When I'm involved
Drop ya guard
Not that hard baby

Aye, they been waiting for the drop
Been a while since we popped off dawg
Know we racing for the top
Flow cold need some rock salt aww
Bangin' beats with the chop
Gon' head get ya shots off yall
Shit be over 'til it's not
Niggas all that We got
Aye Aye Aye
Niggas all that we got

You'd think Melancholy a janitor way he be riding around with that mop
Saved the homie under NBA, cause he steady passing that rock
Ain't laughing nigga, but you Daffy niggas, better duck when you see that dot

Stacking up the bread, i ain't really in to wasting
Tryna get ahead, I can't keep my momma waiting
Tryna buy a bitch a ring ain't really into dating
When I'm talking to my white friends I don't switch my cadence
Need a doctor bitch, cause she bound to have patience
Girl working at Gucci say she recognize the fragrance
Not tryna buy a house unless my momma in the basement
If you running at the mouth then homie send the location
-cation, yeah
We can go get this shit cracking
Know I'm an ass man
She won't get claimed as my bitch, if her rear end don't sit like a wagon
And that's on gang
Ain't shit change
Got a lil money in my pockets and a chain
Whether we talking that pole or we talking that Rover, don't matter cause both of 'em ranged
We all, we all, we all
We all, we all, we all
We all, we all, we all
We all wanna, belong
You don't mean shit to me
All of that lovey dovey shit we had now it's history
I know you missing me
Wish you could be laid up in my bed kissing me
Sorry now you just a bitch to me
All of that bullshit you talking don't get to me
I got a thicky and she really into me
I keep a blicky for shots that they send to me
Just had a quickie, lowkey it's the remedy
Where yo head at
I hit a bitch with that step back
Said I don't need you, I meant that
Ooh
Told us we would never get back
We been through a lot of setbacks
Now we stay up like some jetpacks
Ooh
And all my sober nights, turned into me getting high
Say you love me all the time, baby I know that you lied
I tried to figure out why, cause you never been the type
But I guess that is what happens when you're always victimized
Yeah
Man this shit pathetic
I got lost in her aesthetic
Shit'll eat you if you let it
But I won't let it
Don't even know where I'm headed
Fill that bitch up with unleaded
I'm on a long road, long road, long road
And I don't know, don't know, don't know, where I'm going
Coming back
Are you coming back?
I want all of that
Are you coming back?
Are you coming back?
Are you coming back?
I want all of that, yeah

Aye, they been waiting for the drop
Been a while since we popped off dawg
Know we racing for the top
Flow cold need some rock salt aww
Bangin' beats with the chop
Gon' head get ya shots off yall
Shit be over 'til its not
Niggas all that We got
Aye Aye Aye
Niggas all that we got

You'd think Melancholy a janitor way he be riding around with that mop
Saved the homie under NBA, cause he steady passing that rock
Ain't laughing nigga, but you Daffy niggas, better duck when you see that dot



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Spearman
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