LONELY CHILD
I sit back and think why they don't Fwm
Imma real young nigga I keep that shit G
I keep having dreams imma die in the streets
This part of the plan this Shit was made for me whenever I cry I bleed
No pen in the booth I read on my sleeve
Spending blocking and opps we gone make sure y'all grieve
Imma purple baby
When I shoot that trigger I smile
I can see myself selling out crowds
I feel like YB imma lonely child
I'm popping these Roxy's I'm going wild
When I look in the mirror I'm my momma child
I gotta make her proud I'm her oldest child
I had too kick that bitch too the curve her ass was to childish
Ion think about the past cause I'm going forward
I see em hating but I ignore it
Young Trap niggas rocking Tom ford Nawl Fuck that Shìt cop the new Jordan's
I swear I Been crossed before I swear I Been snaked before
Before I go out bad I'm putting yo ass on the floor
Call up Tez I need me a 4
I keep taking drugs I can't take it nomo
I see red in my eyes the devil got my soul
Pop me a Roxy I'm tryna go (Damn)
I need me a loyal bitch cause every bitch I had done did me wrong
I can even vent to no hoe I'll rather put it in a song
Fuck me a hoe than leave her alone Nawl ion want no ties
A fuck nigga better not mention me in a song they gone need suits and bow ties
We gone slide and ride
Make sure they all die
Double triple Homixide
I gotta lion heart long live r5
Having loads of this shit tryna get this shit gone
Bitch do not hit my phone
If even tryna shop then get the hell on
Or get you a head stone
Popping these percs This Shìt got my head gone
This shit got me all alone
I'm praying that I make it home
I sit back and think why they don't Fwm
Imma real young nigga I keep that shit G
I keep having dreams imma die in the streets
This part of the plan this Shit was made for me whenever I cry I bleed
No pen in the booth I read on my sleeve
Spending blocking and opps we gone make sure y'all grieve
Imma purple baby
When I shoot that trigger I smile
I can see myself selling out crowds
I feel like YB imma lonely child
I'm popping these Roxy's I'm going wild
When I look in the mirror I'm my momma child
I gotta make her proud I'm her oldest child
I had too kick that bitch too the curve her ass was to childish
Imma real young nigga I keep that shit G
I keep having dreams imma die in the streets
This part of the plan this Shit was made for me whenever I cry I bleed
No pen in the booth I read on my sleeve
Spending blocking and opps we gone make sure y'all grieve
Imma purple baby
When I shoot that trigger I smile
I can see myself selling out crowds
I feel like YB imma lonely child
I'm popping these Roxy's I'm going wild
When I look in the mirror I'm my momma child
I gotta make her proud I'm her oldest child
I had too kick that bitch too the curve her ass was to childish
Ion think about the past cause I'm going forward
I see em hating but I ignore it
Young Trap niggas rocking Tom ford Nawl Fuck that Shìt cop the new Jordan's
I swear I Been crossed before I swear I Been snaked before
Before I go out bad I'm putting yo ass on the floor
Call up Tez I need me a 4
I keep taking drugs I can't take it nomo
I see red in my eyes the devil got my soul
Pop me a Roxy I'm tryna go (Damn)
I need me a loyal bitch cause every bitch I had done did me wrong
I can even vent to no hoe I'll rather put it in a song
Fuck me a hoe than leave her alone Nawl ion want no ties
A fuck nigga better not mention me in a song they gone need suits and bow ties
We gone slide and ride
Make sure they all die
Double triple Homixide
I gotta lion heart long live r5
Having loads of this shit tryna get this shit gone
Bitch do not hit my phone
If even tryna shop then get the hell on
Or get you a head stone
Popping these percs This Shìt got my head gone
This shit got me all alone
I'm praying that I make it home
I sit back and think why they don't Fwm
Imma real young nigga I keep that shit G
I keep having dreams imma die in the streets
This part of the plan this Shit was made for me whenever I cry I bleed
No pen in the booth I read on my sleeve
Spending blocking and opps we gone make sure y'all grieve
Imma purple baby
When I shoot that trigger I smile
I can see myself selling out crowds
I feel like YB imma lonely child
I'm popping these Roxy's I'm going wild
When I look in the mirror I'm my momma child
I gotta make her proud I'm her oldest child
I had too kick that bitch too the curve her ass was to childish
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Writer(s): Jamari Conley
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