After The Deal
My window down
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying But I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gone feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup Hm
Farewell
Heard he was sentenced
Ain't no bail on him I
Do all this trynna survive
Ain't get no chance to live
This shit ain't set up for us
I wish I could ball
With my niggas
Bring em all home
I got the deal
After the bill collector called mane
This shit weigh
Heavy on my soul
But I don't feel no different
I look my nigga in his eye
Know I can't take him with me
Cuz he a rob everybody
Act like he playing 50
Say I'm the first put my mf city on
May all my enemies align
I show no pity on em
Get out of line
Hoe I get rid of one em
I Don't say a word
I let god work
Always on time
It's like clock work
Remember when I bend the wrist
And make the pot burst
Inside closet
It some skeletons
Alot of dirt huh
I flush it all
Before they find me
Trynna hide it first
Seen what happen
When you ain't got it
So I'm riding with dirty
I go back in time to make it play out perfect
Shout out my Patna
Nem'
We got it
From that product purple
My window down
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying But I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gne feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup
Pray I never follow these sirens
And they lead me home
Stone heart a lil bit
So hard to trust
I done see a lot of love lost
Over little shit
How am I to feel really nigga
After the deal
They show fake love
And make it feel Genuine
I Ain't get a call from you
It's been a minute
Pray for my fall
After I get up witchu
Cant see these scars
Behind this window
Though they limo tinted
Free all my dawgs from off the leash
Bring home my nigga Benjie
I think of you
It make me slow down sometimes
Roll up the window
Hold the pole down sometimes
Burry him deep
Cuz I feel low down sometimes
My window down
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying but I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gne feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup
Farewell
Heard he was sentenced
Ain't no bail on him I
Do all this trynna survive
Ain't get no chance to live
This shit ain't set up for us
I wish I could ball
With my niggas
Bring em all home
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying But I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gone feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup Hm
Farewell
Heard he was sentenced
Ain't no bail on him I
Do all this trynna survive
Ain't get no chance to live
This shit ain't set up for us
I wish I could ball
With my niggas
Bring em all home
I got the deal
After the bill collector called mane
This shit weigh
Heavy on my soul
But I don't feel no different
I look my nigga in his eye
Know I can't take him with me
Cuz he a rob everybody
Act like he playing 50
Say I'm the first put my mf city on
May all my enemies align
I show no pity on em
Get out of line
Hoe I get rid of one em
I Don't say a word
I let god work
Always on time
It's like clock work
Remember when I bend the wrist
And make the pot burst
Inside closet
It some skeletons
Alot of dirt huh
I flush it all
Before they find me
Trynna hide it first
Seen what happen
When you ain't got it
So I'm riding with dirty
I go back in time to make it play out perfect
Shout out my Patna
Nem'
We got it
From that product purple
My window down
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying But I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gne feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup
Pray I never follow these sirens
And they lead me home
Stone heart a lil bit
So hard to trust
I done see a lot of love lost
Over little shit
How am I to feel really nigga
After the deal
They show fake love
And make it feel Genuine
I Ain't get a call from you
It's been a minute
Pray for my fall
After I get up witchu
Cant see these scars
Behind this window
Though they limo tinted
Free all my dawgs from off the leash
Bring home my nigga Benjie
I think of you
It make me slow down sometimes
Roll up the window
Hold the pole down sometimes
Burry him deep
Cuz I feel low down sometimes
My window down
Now I look different don't I huh
Bullets flying but I love my city
I came from the mud
Knew I was wrong
I lay em down before I lift him up
How I'm gne feel
After I kill him
Trynna kick the cup
Farewell
Heard he was sentenced
Ain't no bail on him I
Do all this trynna survive
Ain't get no chance to live
This shit ain't set up for us
I wish I could ball
With my niggas
Bring em all home
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Bentley
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