Surround Myself
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uhhh
Yeah
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
My momma pray I make it back
Like if we see him its a wrap
I told his girl don't get attached
I got her counting up these racks
They want my brothers doing time
Yeah
Like that can never stop our grind uh
I tell her read between the lines uh
They know a young nigga gon shine
Yeah
Bad bitch she driving a rover
I book her a flight and its over
Bunch of bands stuck in the sofa
I don't drink Henny I'm sober
Im in the field you know its real
I dont sip Henny and I don't pop pills
I hit a liq and she grabbing the wheel
If we in the bed then we got it on film
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
Baby girl please don't get mad at me
She fucking with me cuz she nasty
Talking bout shit we did last week
I don't remember don't ask me
Ten bands on her ass cheeks
I know that they jealous I'm happy
Don't let the police harass me
Don't let security pat me
These niggas think that they scary
I put that bitch on a berry
She say my dick big
Call it Larry
Im just a young nigga
Straight from the prairies
He aint no big man he just talking a lot
Phone call send a bitch to his spot
He thought he was bout to get top
Then he got brushed by his thot
Im in TZ with some keys to a drop
Had to go get me a watch
Cuz the police got me on they watchlist
I got my eyes on the clock
I took a trip to the tropics
I took his shorty she all in
She just seen a nigga balling
She hope her nigga never walk in
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uhhh
Yeah
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
My momma pray I make it back
Like if we see him its a wrap
I told his girl don't get attached
I got her counting up these racks
They want my brothers doing time
Yeah
Like that can never stop our grind uh
I tell her read between the lines uh
They know a young nigga gon shine
Yeah
Bad bitch she driving a rover
I book her a flight and its over
Bunch of bands stuck in the sofa
I don't drink Henny I'm sober
Im in the field you know its real
I dont sip Henny and I don't pop pills
I hit a liq and she grabbing the wheel
If we in the bed then we got it on film
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
Baby girl please don't get mad at me
She fucking with me cuz she nasty
Talking bout shit we did last week
I don't remember don't ask me
Ten bands on her ass cheeks
I know that they jealous I'm happy
Don't let the police harass me
Don't let security pat me
These niggas think that they scary
I put that bitch on a berry
She say my dick big
Call it Larry
Im just a young nigga
Straight from the prairies
He aint no big man he just talking a lot
Phone call send a bitch to his spot
He thought he was bout to get top
Then he got brushed by his thot
Im in TZ with some keys to a drop
Had to go get me a watch
Cuz the police got me on they watchlist
I got my eyes on the clock
I took a trip to the tropics
I took his shorty she all in
She just seen a nigga balling
She hope her nigga never walk in
I miss my dawg I hope he hear me
Uh
I pray to god I need some healing
Uh
See I don't care bout how you feel
Uh
I want these bands stacked to the ceiling
Uh
Member high school I was filling up my wallet
I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling
My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem
I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses
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Writer(s): Laquarn Williams
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