West Side Story
Maybe we ain't
Meant to be
& girl that's
Cool with me I
Know you doing you
Cause I been doing me
So let's not pretend
That's it's anything else
Don't wanna hurt
You no more
Cause girl I know
How it felt it
Feel like nobody love
You feel like they
All for self ya
Heart getting colder an
Colder as the cards
Getting dealt you
Looking over ya shoulders
You not knowing
What's next and that's
How I feel deep
Ina trenches
Gotta leave the house
With my steel
Can't let em catch me
Slipping go out like
My guys did
And rip to em
Spin on his block
The same day he
Say he smoking on couba
But that's another story
You put a k behind vgs
We coming for you
That's how it is
Won't take too much to
Find out where he live
I have shooters parked up
Right outside his crib like
We his neighbors
Got too much pride
Won't catch me
Asking for no favors
Just keep it real
uh uh
Just keep it real with me
I know the difference
Plenty times you
Lied to me before
I still act like you didn't
Deep ina streets
I move like at thief at night
Can't catch me slipping
You know what right from
Wrong an right or wrong
I'm rocking with you
It be hard for me to trust
I seen my man's
Shoot my man's
And these bitches they
Gon fuck whoever up
His feeling hurt
I fucked his
Bitch gotta keep
A weapon tucked
Deadend baby vsg
That's til the death us
Meant to be
& girl that's
Cool with me I
Know you doing you
Cause I been doing me
So let's not pretend
That's it's anything else
Don't wanna hurt
You no more
Cause girl I know
How it felt it
Feel like nobody love
You feel like they
All for self ya
Heart getting colder an
Colder as the cards
Getting dealt you
Looking over ya shoulders
You not knowing
What's next and that's
How I feel deep
Ina trenches
Gotta leave the house
With my steel
Can't let em catch me
Slipping go out like
My guys did
And rip to em
Spin on his block
The same day he
Say he smoking on couba
But that's another story
You put a k behind vgs
We coming for you
That's how it is
Won't take too much to
Find out where he live
I have shooters parked up
Right outside his crib like
We his neighbors
Got too much pride
Won't catch me
Asking for no favors
Just keep it real
uh uh
Just keep it real with me
I know the difference
Plenty times you
Lied to me before
I still act like you didn't
Deep ina streets
I move like at thief at night
Can't catch me slipping
You know what right from
Wrong an right or wrong
I'm rocking with you
It be hard for me to trust
I seen my man's
Shoot my man's
And these bitches they
Gon fuck whoever up
His feeling hurt
I fucked his
Bitch gotta keep
A weapon tucked
Deadend baby vsg
That's til the death us
Credits
Writer(s): Flexx Fargo
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