Just Us (feat. Sadboy X0)
Who woulda thought in this cold cold world I wouldn't find love
All alone crying at night I wanna give up
Told momma Im sorry I promise that ima bless her
Any nigga play and I swear we gone stretch em
Bitch Im off the remy and the hen
Free my niggas out that cell out the pin
Nigga dissing on the net won't do that shit again
He run his mouth to long we bend his block and bend again
Bitch its for the streets so fuck a grammy
Do it for my sista and my brother that's my family
We ain't have no options in the streets it was no plan b
Keeping my foot on these niggas necks no they can't stand me
And baby I don't think you realize
Where I been in life
Baby I can't make this shit up
Niggas actin fake as the fuck
That's why it stay with just us
Who woulda thought in this cold cold world that shit would line up
All alone praying at night that I won't die young
Told my bro I love em they run up then we gone stretch them
See momma Im stressing I told her that Ima bless her
Bitch I know see me in a Benz
Man I do it for my brother not no friends
Keep the 40 on me Ima up it at yo mans
We in to shooting shit we ain't into throwing hands
And baby I don't think you realize
What I seen in life
Baby I can't make this shit up
That's why I stay pouring up
Gotta keep dat drank in my cup
All alone crying at night I wanna give up
Told momma Im sorry I promise that ima bless her
Any nigga play and I swear we gone stretch em
Bitch Im off the remy and the hen
Free my niggas out that cell out the pin
Nigga dissing on the net won't do that shit again
He run his mouth to long we bend his block and bend again
Bitch its for the streets so fuck a grammy
Do it for my sista and my brother that's my family
We ain't have no options in the streets it was no plan b
Keeping my foot on these niggas necks no they can't stand me
And baby I don't think you realize
Where I been in life
Baby I can't make this shit up
Niggas actin fake as the fuck
That's why it stay with just us
Who woulda thought in this cold cold world that shit would line up
All alone praying at night that I won't die young
Told my bro I love em they run up then we gone stretch them
See momma Im stressing I told her that Ima bless her
Bitch I know see me in a Benz
Man I do it for my brother not no friends
Keep the 40 on me Ima up it at yo mans
We in to shooting shit we ain't into throwing hands
And baby I don't think you realize
What I seen in life
Baby I can't make this shit up
That's why I stay pouring up
Gotta keep dat drank in my cup
Credits
Writer(s): B. Terry
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