Let You Tell It
Homie threw his life away he could've made the league
We was hood real hood babies playing tackle on the street
Damn right I left them hoes behind them bitches ain't believe
Do the rope-a-dope in traffic 95 I bob and weave yea
Hit her once shawty got me hooked I'm like Kareem yea
Independent in this industry fuck the machine yea
Told you I don't fuck with rumors nun to do wit me yea
All I ever wanted was a lane to chase my dreams yea
You would think its Monday night cuz everything I do is raw
You can't say you won at life until u put yo niggas on
Everyone you see me around done proved that they the realest ones
She wanna ride the scat ain't never been in one
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
Protection from them robbers the plots and all them hood thots
The telly, don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
He actin like he really that nigga but where yo pull at
Yea
I let you tell it
You would put dirt on my name if I let you tell it
Sayin he changed for the game if I let you tell it
You'll say I don't act the same if I let you
I'm tryna get so rich that niggas making up conspiracies
He must've sold his soul how he keep pulling up with Bentley keys
My new bitch actin finicky she texting me all day like Papi Benaki
I knew I was a baller back in little league
I'm moving cutthroat like isis a slave to my vices
Mask on or mask off I see through disguises
Scars on my heart come from learning what life is
Who would've knew life would be like this
I'm turning nothing to something I got the Midas
I'm tryna figure the game out without no guidance
I'm on the phone doing business all while she riding
And I ain't leaving them home not in the slightest
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
Protection from them robbers the plots and all them hood thots
The telly, don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
He actin like he really that nigga but where yo pull at
Yea
I let you tell it
You would put dirt on my name if I let you tell it
Sayin he changed for the game if I let you tell it
You'll say I don't act the same if I let you
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
The telly don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
We was hood real hood babies playing tackle on the street
Damn right I left them hoes behind them bitches ain't believe
Do the rope-a-dope in traffic 95 I bob and weave yea
Hit her once shawty got me hooked I'm like Kareem yea
Independent in this industry fuck the machine yea
Told you I don't fuck with rumors nun to do wit me yea
All I ever wanted was a lane to chase my dreams yea
You would think its Monday night cuz everything I do is raw
You can't say you won at life until u put yo niggas on
Everyone you see me around done proved that they the realest ones
She wanna ride the scat ain't never been in one
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
Protection from them robbers the plots and all them hood thots
The telly, don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
He actin like he really that nigga but where yo pull at
Yea
I let you tell it
You would put dirt on my name if I let you tell it
Sayin he changed for the game if I let you tell it
You'll say I don't act the same if I let you
I'm tryna get so rich that niggas making up conspiracies
He must've sold his soul how he keep pulling up with Bentley keys
My new bitch actin finicky she texting me all day like Papi Benaki
I knew I was a baller back in little league
I'm moving cutthroat like isis a slave to my vices
Mask on or mask off I see through disguises
Scars on my heart come from learning what life is
Who would've knew life would be like this
I'm turning nothing to something I got the Midas
I'm tryna figure the game out without no guidance
I'm on the phone doing business all while she riding
And I ain't leaving them home not in the slightest
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
Protection from them robbers the plots and all them hood thots
The telly, don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
He actin like he really that nigga but where yo pull at
Yea
I let you tell it
You would put dirt on my name if I let you tell it
Sayin he changed for the game if I let you tell it
You'll say I don't act the same if I let you
It ain none but condoms and Glocks all in my glovebox
The telly don't be giving my addy to none of them hood rats
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Writer(s): Roderick Bowman
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