Persevere
I like how you act like you don't need me
But the facts is you know I don't need nothing
Where I come from a nigga ain't have nothing
Me depending on a nigga naw I can't see it
I can't let you interrupt nothing I established
I don't got to make a post I'm way above status
Misjudge me they committing malpractice
I took everything I had left and I thugged it
Stuck down a the bottom yea I remember how they loved it
I don't even possess the energy to hold grudges
These days I'm trying to turn one into a dozen
I done seen a nigga act hard turn muffin
Heavy on the bluffin'
I read 'em like captions
But I don't read captions I read vibration
I started the foundation
I told you I ain't basic
Putting in overtime this shit starting to get regular
I'm dealing with sum pain actin' like it ain't serious
Dealing with this type of pain it'll turn you to a monster
Rollin' on the opps I can't lie them boys gonja
Fucking on a nigga baby mama no condom
Only conversations having now about commas
Turned nun to sum and I'm really out the dungeon
I'm really out the Raq I'm turning down all functions
I'm really from the Raq and we ain't throwing no punches
Put the strap to his six pack all crunches
Walk up put the choppa to his back and start dumping
Drum got a sleeve he can get the whole hunnit
Sometimes you feel all alone
I could see why you still on yo own
Ran out of friends
Gone to the end
Who can I depend on
But the facts is you know I don't need nothing
Where I come from a nigga ain't have nothing
Me depending on a nigga naw I can't see it
I can't let you interrupt nothing I established
I don't got to make a post I'm way above status
Misjudge me they committing malpractice
I took everything I had left and I thugged it
Stuck down a the bottom yea I remember how they loved it
I don't even possess the energy to hold grudges
These days I'm trying to turn one into a dozen
I done seen a nigga act hard turn muffin
Heavy on the bluffin'
I read 'em like captions
But I don't read captions I read vibration
I started the foundation
I told you I ain't basic
Putting in overtime this shit starting to get regular
I'm dealing with sum pain actin' like it ain't serious
Dealing with this type of pain it'll turn you to a monster
Rollin' on the opps I can't lie them boys gonja
Fucking on a nigga baby mama no condom
Only conversations having now about commas
Turned nun to sum and I'm really out the dungeon
I'm really out the Raq I'm turning down all functions
I'm really from the Raq and we ain't throwing no punches
Put the strap to his six pack all crunches
Walk up put the choppa to his back and start dumping
Drum got a sleeve he can get the whole hunnit
Sometimes you feel all alone
I could see why you still on yo own
Ran out of friends
Gone to the end
Who can I depend on
Credits
Writer(s): Jarell Taylor
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