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Just by looking in her eyes, Could see that she love me
In my city she the prize, conceited And lucky
I'm just happy that I met you and you kept it real
Made some big mistakes and no I ain't proud of my judgment
I used to roll up all my problems in a spliff of weed
That was back when I had money for my different needs
I tried to tell em' I was different and they been agreed
Can't be beefing with no niggas I'm a different breed
We not in the same league
I been suffocating feeling like I cant breathe
Shawty took my heart away and now I cant grieve
You could get another nigga but he ain't me
In that water waist deep
They see me rapping, now I'm Hoping, they gon' show me love
I know I'm wrong, baby, hoping You don't hold a grudge
I'm tryna get all of these people just to notice us
I'm moving off they body language, It ain't no discuss
I'm hearing voices in my head, that Shit piss me off
I took a loss, learned my lesson
I can't get it back
I'm tryna talk to you but you always be missing calls
So if you hear this song I need you to hit me back
Lately I been focused on myself, Thinking bout' my life
Lately I been dwelling on the past, Tryna make it right
But I know the past cant be fixed, So I'm moving on
Took a break I'm back in this shit gotta move along
Walk into my therapy office I'm Tryna catch a vibe
Racquel ask me how I'm doing, try My best not to lie
A lotta shit is on my mind, think I'm Gonna need some time
Ima keep it honest you don't never ever leave my mind
One, two, three, four,
I done made some money, but I'm Tryna make more
Take you where its sunny, put ya Ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
Staying calm, keeping faith is the hardest to do
Bars hot, flow sick, like I started The flu
Brody say he on the way, so he Started the coupe
It ain't nothing for my niggas to harvest the loot
Big money, know a nigga living off his bitch money
I can't trust a leech these niggas ain't getting no shit from me
I can't trust a soul cause you the type to wanna snitch on me
Staying in control, ride around with That blick on me
One, two, three, four
I done made some money but I'm tryna make more
Take you where its sunny put ya ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
One, two, three, four
I done made some money but I'm tryna make more
Take you where its sunny put ya ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
In my city she the prize, conceited And lucky
I'm just happy that I met you and you kept it real
Made some big mistakes and no I ain't proud of my judgment
I used to roll up all my problems in a spliff of weed
That was back when I had money for my different needs
I tried to tell em' I was different and they been agreed
Can't be beefing with no niggas I'm a different breed
We not in the same league
I been suffocating feeling like I cant breathe
Shawty took my heart away and now I cant grieve
You could get another nigga but he ain't me
In that water waist deep
They see me rapping, now I'm Hoping, they gon' show me love
I know I'm wrong, baby, hoping You don't hold a grudge
I'm tryna get all of these people just to notice us
I'm moving off they body language, It ain't no discuss
I'm hearing voices in my head, that Shit piss me off
I took a loss, learned my lesson
I can't get it back
I'm tryna talk to you but you always be missing calls
So if you hear this song I need you to hit me back
Lately I been focused on myself, Thinking bout' my life
Lately I been dwelling on the past, Tryna make it right
But I know the past cant be fixed, So I'm moving on
Took a break I'm back in this shit gotta move along
Walk into my therapy office I'm Tryna catch a vibe
Racquel ask me how I'm doing, try My best not to lie
A lotta shit is on my mind, think I'm Gonna need some time
Ima keep it honest you don't never ever leave my mind
One, two, three, four,
I done made some money, but I'm Tryna make more
Take you where its sunny, put ya Ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
Staying calm, keeping faith is the hardest to do
Bars hot, flow sick, like I started The flu
Brody say he on the way, so he Started the coupe
It ain't nothing for my niggas to harvest the loot
Big money, know a nigga living off his bitch money
I can't trust a leech these niggas ain't getting no shit from me
I can't trust a soul cause you the type to wanna snitch on me
Staying in control, ride around with That blick on me
One, two, three, four
I done made some money but I'm tryna make more
Take you where its sunny put ya ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
One, two, three, four
I done made some money but I'm tryna make more
Take you where its sunny put ya ass up on the shore
Niggas moving funny I don't fuck with them no more
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Dinsi
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