Can't Help It

Ap, Ap City, Yrb, You'd rather be like, Biggaveli
Boss up on everybody like feel me, You gotta go forward like
Don't ever let nobody hold you back like, Ya know what's going on

I cannot get away from this pain, So I gotta change it
Beam on the glock, I been itching to flame it,
I want the money, Don't wana be famous
She let me hit cus' she know that I'm sanctioned
Oh that's your bitch, She got put in rotation
Oh that's a opp, Its a lit situation
Im trying spliff em, Im feeling impatient like
Ap the city the what the nation, Move tact told bro broad day shit
Niggas be snitching and giving in statements, Told bro on the flight just erase em
I've been feeling away I can't help it, For the gang I could never be selfish
Spin thru floss nigga im tryna melt shit, Ooters on bikes trying aim for ya helmet

For the gang Ima ball like the Mavericks, For the gang niggas know ima savage
On the drill niggas know I can't pass it, Spin thru the floss trying turn em' to ashes
Fuck ya bitch Ima nut on her lashes, Had to bust down the cartier glasses
In a foreign you know that Im dashing, Two baddies, One of them jasmine
These niggas talking like fuck do you mean, Run up the racks
Yea I had to achieve, I got Amiri its all on my jeans, I told that bitch that she not in my league,
I was just jugging and trapping the P'z, Feeling like elsa my wrist is on freeze,
Young nigga ballin this shit is a breeze, I told ya bitch to come get on her knees

I cannot get away from this pain, So I gotta change it
Beam on the glock, I been itching to flame it,
I want the money, Don't wana be famous
She let me hit cus' she know that I'm sanctioned
Oh that's your bitch, She got put in rotation
Oh that's a opp, Its a lit situation
Im trying spliff em, Im feeling impatient like
Ap the city the what the nation, Move tact told bro broad day shit
Niggas be snitching and giving in statements, Told bro on the flight just erase em
I've been feeling away I can't help it, For the gang I could never be selfish
Spin thru floss nigga im tryna melt shit, Ooters on bikes trying aim for ya helmet



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Writer(s): Randolph Davis
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