I Couldn't

I couldnt
They playing games but I ain't really for it
Dior from Michael kors
Now she holla at my boys
Mane I ain't for it
Aint drinking what they pouring
I'm making what im scoring
Then make her think she can get on
She hate that she was wrong
She drove the whole load
And we got naked in response
Ran plays on the D's I knew they was gone stop my car
Made a left off 17th was going up to newsome park
Hearing shots before it get dark
I was scared shittt couldn't wait til I get on
But I done seen niggas do feds for these microphones
Stepping on the work
Fiends begs for dat icetone
My heart is chrome
But I don't wear it on my
They tell me run it up
And Get in my bag
Now every restaurant I leave
I leave a hunit in a glass
Wit Redbone wit da ass
Keep the draco in the stash
Heat the weight up in a glass
I bought a quarter and made it half
Please don't hate I'm too attached
I'll spaz and clear you off the map
I had to learn
How to relax
Cuz people die when I react
Yeah
People die behind the racks
Some niggas tried but they was capped
And I don't mean lying the way its capped
In a ditch he be lying
In his waist is cap
You ain't hear no sirens
The gun was silenced
You ain't hear nothin bout it
Ain't leave no tracks
I told ya I'm a problem
I don't need no back
If you need something holla
And ion need nothing back
Coming up from the bottom
Crime always around us
Looking at your honor
Like I be right back
Witta Dub of that hard
Cuz I been spitting that crack

I couldn't stand the thought of going broke
Or see my man doing 24
I couldn't
I couldnt make decisions so high
And I couldn't afford lose no time
I couldn't
Hit the block in my hoodie
Still saleing dope dimes
They said let it go
But naw I couldnt
Had the gun between yo eyes
Then I thought about the devil
Having one up on God
Mann I couldn't

They out here saying names
Like a roll call
Came in this game disabled cuz Moe my road dawg
You see the law
Call ya mans and tellem to hold off
New plug prices cheaper
But still be copping from my old boss
Back then when niggas had beepers
He took a cold lost
Now To switch up was no secret
And he didn't feel crossed
Tried to get back on
Got knocked decent
He got peeled off
They say The way the op got hit he would of been sealed off
But in a lil over 3 months he was released
Something was real wrong
But he Had all kinds of drugs
And showing me all kinds of love
Even smoking on cali Bud
Kept asking me to count it up
It ate me up not to ask him
How he make it out the county but
Mann I couldn't



Credits
Writer(s): Prince Harrell
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