What the World Need
Niggas treat they bitches wrong that's the worse way
They love it when you call em bitches only if you pay
They love it when a nigga trapping and he got a K
I know some bitches that's gone slide and that gone real spray
Treat my girl like Im fuck and it's the first day
She gonna be there for you pay your re up making plays
But that don't mean she never texting niggas in your face
You let her stress your trynna make you keep up to a pace
That ain't your pace you on your way you in a different race
I'm rolling pressure to the face I think I'm out of space
I'm really different if it's spades then ima be a ace
You gotta watch what you be smoking she be coming laced
My Baby mova need her hair done want me buy a lace
And when I make me and Kai we thuggin in a raf
I set examples when we working never leave a trace
I'm stacking money so my son can always have a place
He turning 2 it kinda like feel like he was Fo to 5
Fuck You thinking letting niggas teach him how to drive
Niggas dumb why would I let em teach him out to slide
Kai was born shit felt different like I got a prize
He was healthy you can see the joy in both my eyes
Say they uncle hope they riding if a nigga die
Wanna make it to the top but they don't never try
Going harder by the day I'm trynna touch the sky
Nothing hurt my feelings more then seeing my own mova cry
Nothing hurt my feeling more then seeing my own brother die
Got the news my brother died I'm rolling up and niggas fried
Everyday a homicide I'm thanking god to be alive
Niggas had to hold my weight I'm dolo right on Curtis drive
Gotta keep on doing me I'm making money multiply
Reapers staking out the crib I'm really feeling like a spy
Niggas treat they bitches wrong that's the worse way
They love it when you call em bitches only if you pay
They love it when a nigga trapping and he got a K
I know some bitches that's gone slide and that gone real spray
Treat my girl like Im fuck and it's the first day
She gonna be there for you pay your re up making plays
But that don't mean she never texting niggas in your face
You let her stress your trynna make you keep up to a pace
They love it when you call em bitches only if you pay
They love it when a nigga trapping and he got a K
I know some bitches that's gone slide and that gone real spray
Treat my girl like Im fuck and it's the first day
She gonna be there for you pay your re up making plays
But that don't mean she never texting niggas in your face
You let her stress your trynna make you keep up to a pace
That ain't your pace you on your way you in a different race
I'm rolling pressure to the face I think I'm out of space
I'm really different if it's spades then ima be a ace
You gotta watch what you be smoking she be coming laced
My Baby mova need her hair done want me buy a lace
And when I make me and Kai we thuggin in a raf
I set examples when we working never leave a trace
I'm stacking money so my son can always have a place
He turning 2 it kinda like feel like he was Fo to 5
Fuck You thinking letting niggas teach him how to drive
Niggas dumb why would I let em teach him out to slide
Kai was born shit felt different like I got a prize
He was healthy you can see the joy in both my eyes
Say they uncle hope they riding if a nigga die
Wanna make it to the top but they don't never try
Going harder by the day I'm trynna touch the sky
Nothing hurt my feelings more then seeing my own mova cry
Nothing hurt my feeling more then seeing my own brother die
Got the news my brother died I'm rolling up and niggas fried
Everyday a homicide I'm thanking god to be alive
Niggas had to hold my weight I'm dolo right on Curtis drive
Gotta keep on doing me I'm making money multiply
Reapers staking out the crib I'm really feeling like a spy
Niggas treat they bitches wrong that's the worse way
They love it when you call em bitches only if you pay
They love it when a nigga trapping and he got a K
I know some bitches that's gone slide and that gone real spray
Treat my girl like Im fuck and it's the first day
She gonna be there for you pay your re up making plays
But that don't mean she never texting niggas in your face
You let her stress your trynna make you keep up to a pace
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Writer(s): Dwayne Hebron
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