4 Your Own (feat. Hurricane Wisdom)
I can't help myself
I gave all I had
I can't help myself
Imma keep on watching my back
Once again I'm getting too high for my own good
I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood
My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good
Left your bum ass in the past for your own good
I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood
She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look
Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks
I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober
But I don't care ' bout it
I'l roll this whole zip here right now, get higher than everybody
I went from high, straight to the sky, hop on that redeye
we do whatever to stay alive and get them dead guys
Its enough for everybody here, I'm tryna get mine
I'm great, I don't gotta prove that I am
They ask why I ain't famous yet I move like I am
I'm too lit to care 'bout how I move on the gram
I'm cool and I'm handsome, I'm too hot to handle
Can't never be you, you broke the rules 'bout a dancer
Can't never be too safe, got a tool by the bed
She rock with me like Blueface, she two-faced off Dusse, no 2K, she a player
And my old bitch want a new slate but I'm way too high to care
Imma smoke this here new flavor, I'm too faded, I swear
I'm cool baby, they ain't made two, baby, thats why I'm rare (uh-huh)
Its too late and I know that you hate that you by yourself (oh, oh, oh)
Now you out the frame 'cause you didn't get the picture
Called me out my name when I told you that I missed you
Charged it to the game, now you mad I'm done with you
Bitch, what's up with you
Once again I'm getting too high for my own good
I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood
My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good
Left your bum ass in the past for your own good
I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood
She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look
Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks
I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober
She thought I was
She thought I was sober, bitch, I'm at your door
I hope you think shit over, you should just thank your mom
She the one who said come over, and I know she know
I left these stains on the sofa
I'm too G
It feel like I'm Bruce Lee in it, I make a movie in it
Feel like I need two skis in it
She be like ooh he did it
Let me know its all me in it
Then I'm alright
I'll be alright, but I'm all wrong
And you turn too nice, too fucking much
I cry when I have to, you cry when you want
You try when you want to, I take lots of drugs
You keep holding out, thats why I can't open up
See my bank account, whenever I go broke
That shit there make me nauseous, go ghost and I won't post and I won't tell you nothing
I'm usually on the road you know I'm always hustling, but I'm never bluffing
I gave all I had
I can't help myself
Imma keep on watching my back
Once again I'm getting too high for my own good
I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood
My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good
Left your bum ass in the past for your own good
I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood
She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look
Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks
I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober
But I don't care ' bout it
I'l roll this whole zip here right now, get higher than everybody
I went from high, straight to the sky, hop on that redeye
we do whatever to stay alive and get them dead guys
Its enough for everybody here, I'm tryna get mine
I'm great, I don't gotta prove that I am
They ask why I ain't famous yet I move like I am
I'm too lit to care 'bout how I move on the gram
I'm cool and I'm handsome, I'm too hot to handle
Can't never be you, you broke the rules 'bout a dancer
Can't never be too safe, got a tool by the bed
She rock with me like Blueface, she two-faced off Dusse, no 2K, she a player
And my old bitch want a new slate but I'm way too high to care
Imma smoke this here new flavor, I'm too faded, I swear
I'm cool baby, they ain't made two, baby, thats why I'm rare (uh-huh)
Its too late and I know that you hate that you by yourself (oh, oh, oh)
Now you out the frame 'cause you didn't get the picture
Called me out my name when I told you that I missed you
Charged it to the game, now you mad I'm done with you
Bitch, what's up with you
Once again I'm getting too high for my own good
I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood
My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good
Left your bum ass in the past for your own good
I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood
She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look
Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks
I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober
She thought I was
She thought I was sober, bitch, I'm at your door
I hope you think shit over, you should just thank your mom
She the one who said come over, and I know she know
I left these stains on the sofa
I'm too G
It feel like I'm Bruce Lee in it, I make a movie in it
Feel like I need two skis in it
She be like ooh he did it
Let me know its all me in it
Then I'm alright
I'll be alright, but I'm all wrong
And you turn too nice, too fucking much
I cry when I have to, you cry when you want
You try when you want to, I take lots of drugs
You keep holding out, thats why I can't open up
See my bank account, whenever I go broke
That shit there make me nauseous, go ghost and I won't post and I won't tell you nothing
I'm usually on the road you know I'm always hustling, but I'm never bluffing
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Adamczyk
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