See It Through
One nigga from the hood that could
If I could like your picture twice
Swear to god I would
Don't bother acting like you nice
On the guys I'm good
I'm still gone flick it up tonight don't get me misunderstood
Some days you gotta just have patience
Promise I'm just steady waiting
Spark the wood and now I'm facing
Made the medicine I'm tasting
I ain't win at least I'm placing
If I ain't win at least I'm placing
Learn from my mistakes but I still make em
I'm holding old tendencies I swear I'm tryna shake em
But you know how this shit go he let it make em it'll break em
He changed his life for you so why the fuck he feel you hate em
Oh no he feel that you don't love him no more
We use to kick it like a dojo
We just took it slow mo
It feel like you don't want me no more
It feel like you don't want me No More
Like what's wrong Love I talk like this because I'm grown love
Why you ain't picking up your phone love
You been through the wrong love
Or maybe you just need a long hug
But when you talk lower your tone love
Don't believe the hype they is not on that
They told me to talk my shit so I am not gone rap
If you can't get em on They feet then they Is not gone clap
Don't let that go over your head this is not No Cap
I be in The house on the stage or at the stu
I don't make time to worry what another nigga do
Like what you mean my boy
Doggy you just gotta see it through
But when you see it through
Just make sure that your niggas see it too
Oh Oh
I ain't Gone cap besides this Rap still tryna let my niggas know
I'm on the map still tote a strap a nigga play and im a let this bitch blow Oh
Oh Ou oh oh oh
I wondered off but I ain't lost I'm well aware of where I'm going
You get off and take a loss get in your bag and keep it going
You a boss don't even floss just know them same bitches going
Pay the cost to be the boss I bet them same niggas knowing
Knowing what
Know if they play them niggas going up
Blow em up Niggas got the lo ain't even showing up know it's up
Won't smoke his dirty ass cause I might throw em up pour em up
Shells in his cup I guess it tore em up Yeah.
If I could like your picture twice
Swear to god I would
Don't bother acting like you nice
On the guys I'm good
I'm still gone flick it up tonight don't get me misunderstood
Some days you gotta just have patience
Promise I'm just steady waiting
Spark the wood and now I'm facing
Made the medicine I'm tasting
I ain't win at least I'm placing
If I ain't win at least I'm placing
Learn from my mistakes but I still make em
I'm holding old tendencies I swear I'm tryna shake em
But you know how this shit go he let it make em it'll break em
He changed his life for you so why the fuck he feel you hate em
Oh no he feel that you don't love him no more
We use to kick it like a dojo
We just took it slow mo
It feel like you don't want me no more
It feel like you don't want me No More
Like what's wrong Love I talk like this because I'm grown love
Why you ain't picking up your phone love
You been through the wrong love
Or maybe you just need a long hug
But when you talk lower your tone love
Don't believe the hype they is not on that
They told me to talk my shit so I am not gone rap
If you can't get em on They feet then they Is not gone clap
Don't let that go over your head this is not No Cap
I be in The house on the stage or at the stu
I don't make time to worry what another nigga do
Like what you mean my boy
Doggy you just gotta see it through
But when you see it through
Just make sure that your niggas see it too
Oh Oh
I ain't Gone cap besides this Rap still tryna let my niggas know
I'm on the map still tote a strap a nigga play and im a let this bitch blow Oh
Oh Ou oh oh oh
I wondered off but I ain't lost I'm well aware of where I'm going
You get off and take a loss get in your bag and keep it going
You a boss don't even floss just know them same bitches going
Pay the cost to be the boss I bet them same niggas knowing
Knowing what
Know if they play them niggas going up
Blow em up Niggas got the lo ain't even showing up know it's up
Won't smoke his dirty ass cause I might throw em up pour em up
Shells in his cup I guess it tore em up Yeah.
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Williams, Matthew Elliott Martin, Stephen Niall Murray, Henry Napheys Widmer, James Ross Montsinger, Charlie Perkins Humphrey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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