Lifeless
My life a real movie gotta' keep it real
I tried showing niggas love but they ain't keep it real
Nigga fuck a cuban get a hustle tell me how it feel
I got Chrissie tatted on me it still don't feel real
When I got that call I hit my knees I looked in the air
Like why you takin' all my niggas man this shit ain't fair
I was young as hell on the corner candles in the air
And if we catch them niggas out we gettin' nem' outta there
And if we catch them niggas out I bet some bodies drop
Im in yo' bushes ima' catch you when you walkin' out
Grinding all week twenty four seven
I ain't clocking out
Niggas talk down on me but I won't give em' clout
Nigga where I'm from you a get killed for tryna' run yo' mouth
I'm legendary money moves bring the bosses out
Staying calm through the eye of the storm I found my way out
Like how could niggas hate on me when I fed mouths
I was in the trenches fucked up on my back niggas laughed at me
I'm in the trenches met the plug he threw the bag at me
T-Mac that's my brother through what ever I knew a nigga had me
Gang stay goin' up like nigga fuck gravity
Metal to his mouth his palms sweaty he Finna' get a cavity
Niggas said they had my back but did they really have me
I can name some niggas off the top that I'll die for
And I can name some fuck niggas I wouldn't slide for
Niggas always tryna' talk that talk but they in't giving game
Niggas stacking dog shit just to get a chain
Moving like a bitch go drop yo' nuts you think this shit a game
And ima' bust yo' fucking top keep speaking on my name
Nigga fuck the beef go get a bag we counting M.O.B. money
My mama crying yeah she hurt can't get a smile from me
Bitches be disloyal fake as fuck they get frowns from me
I drop dope dick on her go push the pounds for me
Know I got the trap house jumping we can't go to sleep
I was taking loses cold nights a nigga didn't eat
Stomach growling six in the morning gotta' go back to sleep
Bitch I came fro nothing I don't see why niggas envy me
I got a spot for you baby you just be killing me
My ex fucking on the opps tryna' get ready me
I just want yo' love and your company
Can't say yo' name inside this song but if it's up just know it's stuck with me
I be high as fuck bitch don't fuck with me
You telling lies straight to my face
Bitch I'm knowing you don't fuck with me
I just popped a shroom and I seen Chrissie face
Dropped down to my knees asked the lord can I leave this place
(I really miss my daddy hope the nigga straight
Free my uncle Nell I hope he beat his case)
We gone ball forever like the play offs in the NBA
I tried showing niggas love but they ain't keep it real
Nigga fuck a cuban get a hustle tell me how it feel
I got Chrissie tatted on me it still don't feel real
When I got that call I hit my knees I looked in the air
Like why you takin' all my niggas man this shit ain't fair
I was young as hell on the corner candles in the air
And if we catch them niggas out we gettin' nem' outta there
And if we catch them niggas out I bet some bodies drop
Im in yo' bushes ima' catch you when you walkin' out
Grinding all week twenty four seven
I ain't clocking out
Niggas talk down on me but I won't give em' clout
Nigga where I'm from you a get killed for tryna' run yo' mouth
I'm legendary money moves bring the bosses out
Staying calm through the eye of the storm I found my way out
Like how could niggas hate on me when I fed mouths
I was in the trenches fucked up on my back niggas laughed at me
I'm in the trenches met the plug he threw the bag at me
T-Mac that's my brother through what ever I knew a nigga had me
Gang stay goin' up like nigga fuck gravity
Metal to his mouth his palms sweaty he Finna' get a cavity
Niggas said they had my back but did they really have me
I can name some niggas off the top that I'll die for
And I can name some fuck niggas I wouldn't slide for
Niggas always tryna' talk that talk but they in't giving game
Niggas stacking dog shit just to get a chain
Moving like a bitch go drop yo' nuts you think this shit a game
And ima' bust yo' fucking top keep speaking on my name
Nigga fuck the beef go get a bag we counting M.O.B. money
My mama crying yeah she hurt can't get a smile from me
Bitches be disloyal fake as fuck they get frowns from me
I drop dope dick on her go push the pounds for me
Know I got the trap house jumping we can't go to sleep
I was taking loses cold nights a nigga didn't eat
Stomach growling six in the morning gotta' go back to sleep
Bitch I came fro nothing I don't see why niggas envy me
I got a spot for you baby you just be killing me
My ex fucking on the opps tryna' get ready me
I just want yo' love and your company
Can't say yo' name inside this song but if it's up just know it's stuck with me
I be high as fuck bitch don't fuck with me
You telling lies straight to my face
Bitch I'm knowing you don't fuck with me
I just popped a shroom and I seen Chrissie face
Dropped down to my knees asked the lord can I leave this place
(I really miss my daddy hope the nigga straight
Free my uncle Nell I hope he beat his case)
We gone ball forever like the play offs in the NBA
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Writer(s): Jalen Gist
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