EVERYTHING
Left for dead yea was left for dead
Broke my trust
It ain't enough
Now i'm seeing red
Broke my heart
You could've stayed
But left me instead
Mind was gone
Days was long
Stayin in the bed
Stayin in the coupe
Was stayin out the loop
Out the mix
Seeing sticks
Don't got time for tricks
Don't got time for chicks
Mind couldn't fix
All this pain ain't the same
Niggas boutta quit
Uh yea niggas mind gone
I was mind blown how you left me dead wrong
Would of held shorty down like she was royalty
Can't fuck wit no niggas wit no loyalty
She like spoil me
But my heart said no
My trust gone
Can't smile alone
I was sick
I was gone
I was down low
I see he left the block
He let them pounds go
Uh yea he let that forty blow
Would still feel alone wit forty hoes
Still go in the ring take forty blows
But still do my thing
Want forty shows
Oh woah that's how you do me though
Left me down and out for dead
That's how you do me bro
I don't know who to trust
Can't fool me though
Gettin green that's a must
Keep that tooly though
Uh let it breath
I'm trying to tell a story with this shit man
Niggas doubted me
People counted me out
Some left me
But I'm still here
Ain't nobody finna stop me in this shit
Stay strong
Keep ya head up
One foot in front of the other
Everything's temporary
But I'm going to the top
That's for damn sure, watch
Left for dead yea was left for dead
Broke my trust
It ain't enough
Now im seeing red
Broke my heart
You could've stayed
But left me instead
Mind was gone
Days was long
Stayin in the bed
Stayin in the coupe
Was stayin out the loop
Out the mix
Seeing sticks
Don't got time for tricks
Don't got time for chicks
Mind couldnt fix
All this pain ain't the same
Niggas boutta quit
Drop them sticks
Drop them glicks
He be sellin bricks
You a young king
You ain't gotta send a blitz
Do ya damn thing
Watch whoever in ya clique
They let them shots sing
Send em up they get em fixed
Uh yea yea yea we up
Cop the bag for the low
And you know we gone re-up
We gone drag fo' sho
And my bro gone hold me up
Heart cold as snow
These niggas cannot hold me up
He on that bad time
I'm on that chase that bag time
I had a lil shorty
I be thinkin he better not tag mine
But I don't care
Bussin shots out the mack nigga I don't fear
No nigga in all black
He aint from round here
Uh from the mud from the gutter
Yea I do it like no other
Woah but we rose from the streets
No my day ones imma keep
Broke my trust
It ain't enough
Now i'm seeing red
Broke my heart
You could've stayed
But left me instead
Mind was gone
Days was long
Stayin in the bed
Stayin in the coupe
Was stayin out the loop
Out the mix
Seeing sticks
Don't got time for tricks
Don't got time for chicks
Mind couldn't fix
All this pain ain't the same
Niggas boutta quit
Uh yea niggas mind gone
I was mind blown how you left me dead wrong
Would of held shorty down like she was royalty
Can't fuck wit no niggas wit no loyalty
She like spoil me
But my heart said no
My trust gone
Can't smile alone
I was sick
I was gone
I was down low
I see he left the block
He let them pounds go
Uh yea he let that forty blow
Would still feel alone wit forty hoes
Still go in the ring take forty blows
But still do my thing
Want forty shows
Oh woah that's how you do me though
Left me down and out for dead
That's how you do me bro
I don't know who to trust
Can't fool me though
Gettin green that's a must
Keep that tooly though
Uh let it breath
I'm trying to tell a story with this shit man
Niggas doubted me
People counted me out
Some left me
But I'm still here
Ain't nobody finna stop me in this shit
Stay strong
Keep ya head up
One foot in front of the other
Everything's temporary
But I'm going to the top
That's for damn sure, watch
Left for dead yea was left for dead
Broke my trust
It ain't enough
Now im seeing red
Broke my heart
You could've stayed
But left me instead
Mind was gone
Days was long
Stayin in the bed
Stayin in the coupe
Was stayin out the loop
Out the mix
Seeing sticks
Don't got time for tricks
Don't got time for chicks
Mind couldnt fix
All this pain ain't the same
Niggas boutta quit
Drop them sticks
Drop them glicks
He be sellin bricks
You a young king
You ain't gotta send a blitz
Do ya damn thing
Watch whoever in ya clique
They let them shots sing
Send em up they get em fixed
Uh yea yea yea we up
Cop the bag for the low
And you know we gone re-up
We gone drag fo' sho
And my bro gone hold me up
Heart cold as snow
These niggas cannot hold me up
He on that bad time
I'm on that chase that bag time
I had a lil shorty
I be thinkin he better not tag mine
But I don't care
Bussin shots out the mack nigga I don't fear
No nigga in all black
He aint from round here
Uh from the mud from the gutter
Yea I do it like no other
Woah but we rose from the streets
No my day ones imma keep
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Writer(s): Jordan Hendrickson
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