Prada Me
He stay with killers catch a vibe Before it's drama time
My moma prying I'm off the the Porch some nights
I wonder why
And i can't seem find yo love but you Up in my head
Emotions running tried to play me But you played yourself
I wish that he would take a low blow Keep it by the belt
Mind racing hart you complacent I Be spazzing out
She keep saying I'm not shit now I Won't hear her out
Swerving lane to lane see 11 cause I Won't stop for 12
My bro Juss beat a murder case just Like this shit a game
Gsk he fight appeals but he ain't kill The boy
Murder on my mind feel like Melvin I'm tryna spin a Nigga
Still ain't got no peace for lil Tata but Fuck it thats for another day
Talked to pops the other day tell me Stay up out the way
Envy strong mix love wit hate
Devls grounds but angels place
To many Niggas in yo face so ain't no Point for you to come to me
Running off these drugs bottles up Emotions
Deep thoughts up in my head
I tell my man to catch a body Juss Send him up to god
Try to take my chain now he done Got his brain took
Catching hella plays Captain Hook But wit a Shiesty team
I ain't been in the studio
Yes this is pitiful
Yes I done run thru plenty hoes
Dripping from head to toes
Melodys from all these drum keep Moving wit the bands
He sliding
An he sliding
An sliding
An he sliding on em
Know that he wilding yeah
He wilding on em
My moma prying I'm off the the Porch some nights
I wonder why
And i can't seem find yo love but you Up in my head
Emotions running tried to play me But you played yourself
I wish that he would take a low blow Keep it by the belt
Mind racing hart you complacent I Be spazzing out
She keep saying I'm not shit now I Won't hear her out
Swerving lane to lane see 11 cause I Won't stop for 12
My bro Juss beat a murder case just Like this shit a game
Gsk he fight appeals but he ain't kill The boy
Murder on my mind feel like Melvin I'm tryna spin a Nigga
Still ain't got no peace for lil Tata but Fuck it thats for another day
Talked to pops the other day tell me Stay up out the way
Envy strong mix love wit hate
Devls grounds but angels place
To many Niggas in yo face so ain't no Point for you to come to me
Running off these drugs bottles up Emotions
Deep thoughts up in my head
I tell my man to catch a body Juss Send him up to god
Try to take my chain now he done Got his brain took
Catching hella plays Captain Hook But wit a Shiesty team
I ain't been in the studio
Yes this is pitiful
Yes I done run thru plenty hoes
Dripping from head to toes
Melodys from all these drum keep Moving wit the bands
He sliding
An he sliding
An sliding
An he sliding on em
Know that he wilding yeah
He wilding on em
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Writer(s): Tyrone Williams
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