Low Spirits

We went from hopping off the court
To hopping off the porch
Now fuck the porch
I get my bread we hopping out the Porsche
Get to the bag share wit my dawgs
We spend wit no remorse
And these relationships some shit
That you can't try to force

It's Christmas Eve I miss my dawgs
Thought y'all was here to stay
High off the weed
But it can't seem to take my pain away
I'm with my bitch let's get it on
Them words of Marvin Gaye
You acting gangsta we gone leave him bleeding
Where he lay

This year of '21 done caused a nigga so much pain
We prayed for better days
But steady walking thru the rain
Can't wait to see the VVs
Flashing off a nigga chain
If you ain't wit me don't come over
Stay up in yo lane

Steady speaking on my name
Im here to clear the rumor
These bullets sticking to his brain
Feel like he got a tumor
I knew these hoes was fake
I wish y'all could've seen it sooner
Know what I know
Cause I be steady chillin wit the boomers

My uncle kicked me out
Cuz he thought smoking was the problem
He saw my problems
Ain't step up and try to help me solve em
Down talked my momma you ain't rich
Bitch u couldn't send me 30
Forgot the pain
But can't forget bout how you did me dirty

We went from hopping off the court
To hopping off the porch
Now fuck the porch
I get my bread we hopping out the Porsche
Get to the bag share wit my dawgs
We spend wit no remorse
And these relationships some shit
That you can't try to force

It's Christmas Eve I miss my dawgs
Thought y'all was here to stay
High off the weed
But it can't seem to take my pain away
I'm with my bitch let's get it on
Them words of Marvin Gaye
You acting gangsta we gone leave him bleeding
Where he lay

Free my nigga Dee
I love you boa
Free you til it's backwards
It's Draco signing off



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Smith
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