Sing To Em
I was fuckin' up in school I ain't have no guidance
Uncle was a street nigga' all I saw was violence
I ain't have my momma'
I ain't have my father
That's why I go harder, that's why I go harder
Me and you we ain't the same nigga'
Cross that line I put one up in yo brain nigga'
All this pain so I'm poppin all these pain killas'
If you ain't real mother fucka' You can't hang with us
Cause these niggas gone fold
I was broke back then now I'm up so I gotta act an a hole
I don't move less they talkin bout some pesos
I'm just tryin to feed my daughter what y'all hatin on
Been through a lotta
Nah they ain't lyin' mo' money mo' problems
I was doin bad I was I was mad I was starvin'
I ain't have nobody, I ain't have nobody
Momma I needed u by my side
But u was too busy gettin' high
Why, so many nights that I done cried
U left the house didn't tell me bye
Fuck how u feelin' this ain't right
I gotta lot up on my mind
She wanta chill but I ain't got time
I'm goin' through it baby
Lord just come and save me
I'm steady stuck in my ways
I'm trappin' till I'm dead fuck a minimum wage
They claimin' they yo friend on the low they hate ya
So I can't show love, I can't show love
I wanta Rollie, I wanta roll up
They love when u down, but they hate when u up
That's how the game go
It's gettin' hard I can't hold on
Gave u my heart and u changed up
U the reason why a nigga got this anger
Inside
(Moma I needed u by my side, but u was too busy gettin high)
(U left the house didn't tell me bye)
(I gotta lot up on my mind, she wanta chill but I ain't got time)
Uncle was a street nigga' all I saw was violence
I ain't have my momma'
I ain't have my father
That's why I go harder, that's why I go harder
Me and you we ain't the same nigga'
Cross that line I put one up in yo brain nigga'
All this pain so I'm poppin all these pain killas'
If you ain't real mother fucka' You can't hang with us
Cause these niggas gone fold
I was broke back then now I'm up so I gotta act an a hole
I don't move less they talkin bout some pesos
I'm just tryin to feed my daughter what y'all hatin on
Been through a lotta
Nah they ain't lyin' mo' money mo' problems
I was doin bad I was I was mad I was starvin'
I ain't have nobody, I ain't have nobody
Momma I needed u by my side
But u was too busy gettin' high
Why, so many nights that I done cried
U left the house didn't tell me bye
Fuck how u feelin' this ain't right
I gotta lot up on my mind
She wanta chill but I ain't got time
I'm goin' through it baby
Lord just come and save me
I'm steady stuck in my ways
I'm trappin' till I'm dead fuck a minimum wage
They claimin' they yo friend on the low they hate ya
So I can't show love, I can't show love
I wanta Rollie, I wanta roll up
They love when u down, but they hate when u up
That's how the game go
It's gettin' hard I can't hold on
Gave u my heart and u changed up
U the reason why a nigga got this anger
Inside
(Moma I needed u by my side, but u was too busy gettin high)
(U left the house didn't tell me bye)
(I gotta lot up on my mind, she wanta chill but I ain't got time)
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Creamer
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