Come2Life
She a thug of the type
But I'm not one of them guys
Leave tomorrow so you can come to life
Is you with me like a ride or die, bae
Sipping Henny think I might take a life
Take this trip (She just)
Come to life (3 AM)
She just worried bout some niggas who ain't wanna be they nigga
(Aye yeah)
She just focused on her image she got poppin' on insta
Jimmy choo steppin' killer
Take your breath away cause my lungs ain't got no feeling
Every bag coming in yeah we talking figures yea
Dior head to toe feeling like I'm gifted
Nut on her shirt, fuck my children
I know her worth stack tall like a building
Sipping syrup, shit ain't finna heal me
Baby Sasuke the way I'm killing all these niggas
Brand new '22 G Mercedes I'm gon drift
Jump up out that window my boy strapped up like gay bitches
Serve the block, go and leave no witnesses
Dodge the cops ain't gone see me in the distance
Sorry mom but I don't feel bad if you don't hear this
I'll feel bad if you don't hear this
Getting sentimental in this continental, Lincoln
Suck me raw, then clean you up I ain't mean it
Get it off like Ikiru off-color this my season
She a Kawasaki rider got me spinning in my demon oh
(Oh oh aye)
Got me flying in my demon oh
I told my partner girlfriend that I'm mufuckin' single
Get me out of this place they got me locked up like a safe
And all this money on me got this bitch riding my wave
Been down bad on my ass got me praying for better days
And my bitch got that wet wet I can serve the bitch some cake
If God say I'ma die tomorrow somebody gon die today
Smoking all my pain and sorrows gone smoke a crazy strain
And this bitch want me to fuck I said I'm on my way
If I got nothing in my cup tell the bitch fuck out my face
And that's the realest
(Mm, aye, mm)and that's the realest
I can take shit to my grave
Be realistic, we the realest
If you ain't think I'm winning I got two sluts on my face
(Oh hoo, oh hoo)
(Oh hoo, oh hoo)
If you don't think I'm winning I got two sluts on my face
(Man it's just like that's just the way it is how it goes)
(Like that's just how you gotta be, be realistic)
(We gone take care of ours, on mommas)
But I'm not one of them guys
Leave tomorrow so you can come to life
Is you with me like a ride or die, bae
Sipping Henny think I might take a life
Take this trip (She just)
Come to life (3 AM)
She just worried bout some niggas who ain't wanna be they nigga
(Aye yeah)
She just focused on her image she got poppin' on insta
Jimmy choo steppin' killer
Take your breath away cause my lungs ain't got no feeling
Every bag coming in yeah we talking figures yea
Dior head to toe feeling like I'm gifted
Nut on her shirt, fuck my children
I know her worth stack tall like a building
Sipping syrup, shit ain't finna heal me
Baby Sasuke the way I'm killing all these niggas
Brand new '22 G Mercedes I'm gon drift
Jump up out that window my boy strapped up like gay bitches
Serve the block, go and leave no witnesses
Dodge the cops ain't gone see me in the distance
Sorry mom but I don't feel bad if you don't hear this
I'll feel bad if you don't hear this
Getting sentimental in this continental, Lincoln
Suck me raw, then clean you up I ain't mean it
Get it off like Ikiru off-color this my season
She a Kawasaki rider got me spinning in my demon oh
(Oh oh aye)
Got me flying in my demon oh
I told my partner girlfriend that I'm mufuckin' single
Get me out of this place they got me locked up like a safe
And all this money on me got this bitch riding my wave
Been down bad on my ass got me praying for better days
And my bitch got that wet wet I can serve the bitch some cake
If God say I'ma die tomorrow somebody gon die today
Smoking all my pain and sorrows gone smoke a crazy strain
And this bitch want me to fuck I said I'm on my way
If I got nothing in my cup tell the bitch fuck out my face
And that's the realest
(Mm, aye, mm)and that's the realest
I can take shit to my grave
Be realistic, we the realest
If you ain't think I'm winning I got two sluts on my face
(Oh hoo, oh hoo)
(Oh hoo, oh hoo)
If you don't think I'm winning I got two sluts on my face
(Man it's just like that's just the way it is how it goes)
(Like that's just how you gotta be, be realistic)
(We gone take care of ours, on mommas)
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Writer(s): Joel Taylor
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