Real shit
I won't hide the ways I tried it
That's not right, it's killing me tonight
I won't hide the ways I tried it
That's not right, it's killing me tonight
I won't hide the ways I tried it
Good job, show
Mom stressed out, she couldn't pay the bills
Now you rappin', now you trappin
Cause you tryna get a mil
When you lose some niggas to the streets
That shit'll give you chills
But you stuck up in that field
Cause you gettin' all these bills
Never put your trust up in the bitch
These bitches get you killed
When you keep that thing on you
All the time you go to jail
Now you sittin' in that cell
Now you wishin' you got bail
And your bitch can't pay the lawyer fee
She fuckin' niggas ill
Fuck it though, she gon' hit you when you comin' home
Fuck that bitch, then dub that bitch
But never ever let her ho
I could never trust a ho
I could never love a ho
I was two up in these streets
I gave niggas the money though
Taught a couple niggas how to flip a pack and weigh it though
Niggas sleepin' on me
It's time to wake up, I take it slow
I got too addicted to makin' money and layin' low
You niggas addicted to internet like the famous hoes
But, shout out to my nigga Rondu, Leakin' Jojo
It's only real niggas if you thinkin' that's a no-go
And can't forget about Will
Cause nigga, that's the broco
The only reason a nigga rappin' but he don't know though
But let me get to the point
I'm tryna make it out
A young nigga tryna buy his mama a car and house
A young nigga tryna move his family to the south
A young nigga tryna feed his family quick and dandy
A young nigga went from ashy to classy and fancy
And rest in peace to the B.I.G. and Big Supreme
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even sleep
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even eat
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even speak
I swear the day that I lost you, I thought it was a dream
I swear the day that I lost you, I lost a part of me
I turned to pain and a hunk and I was tryna eat
And when it rains and it thunders, I'm still in these streets
They told me, Basil, keep going, you're killing every beat
I promise I won't let you down, I'ma keep it G
I promise you won't see a frown when you look at me
Why these niggas talking down like they envy me
But when they see me, give me pound, call that friend of me's
It's killing me, cause they said that they was missing me
But literally, nobody thought about hitting me
Not a phone call, letter, or a visiting
And free my nigga, yeah, yeah, I know he know what I mean
I'm speaking real shit, switch the floor real quick
And make you feel sick, question who you chill with
I mean that's real shit, make you wanna drill shit
But you gotta stay humble, fuck who you deal with
The way I'm talking on the beat, I know they feel it
But let me say it again, I'm speaking real shit
I won't hide the ways I've tried it
Cause my brain is killing me tonight
That's not right, it's killing me tonight
I won't hide the ways I tried it
That's not right, it's killing me tonight
I won't hide the ways I tried it
Good job, show
Mom stressed out, she couldn't pay the bills
Now you rappin', now you trappin
Cause you tryna get a mil
When you lose some niggas to the streets
That shit'll give you chills
But you stuck up in that field
Cause you gettin' all these bills
Never put your trust up in the bitch
These bitches get you killed
When you keep that thing on you
All the time you go to jail
Now you sittin' in that cell
Now you wishin' you got bail
And your bitch can't pay the lawyer fee
She fuckin' niggas ill
Fuck it though, she gon' hit you when you comin' home
Fuck that bitch, then dub that bitch
But never ever let her ho
I could never trust a ho
I could never love a ho
I was two up in these streets
I gave niggas the money though
Taught a couple niggas how to flip a pack and weigh it though
Niggas sleepin' on me
It's time to wake up, I take it slow
I got too addicted to makin' money and layin' low
You niggas addicted to internet like the famous hoes
But, shout out to my nigga Rondu, Leakin' Jojo
It's only real niggas if you thinkin' that's a no-go
And can't forget about Will
Cause nigga, that's the broco
The only reason a nigga rappin' but he don't know though
But let me get to the point
I'm tryna make it out
A young nigga tryna buy his mama a car and house
A young nigga tryna move his family to the south
A young nigga tryna feed his family quick and dandy
A young nigga went from ashy to classy and fancy
And rest in peace to the B.I.G. and Big Supreme
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even sleep
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even eat
I swear the day that I lost you, I couldn't even speak
I swear the day that I lost you, I thought it was a dream
I swear the day that I lost you, I lost a part of me
I turned to pain and a hunk and I was tryna eat
And when it rains and it thunders, I'm still in these streets
They told me, Basil, keep going, you're killing every beat
I promise I won't let you down, I'ma keep it G
I promise you won't see a frown when you look at me
Why these niggas talking down like they envy me
But when they see me, give me pound, call that friend of me's
It's killing me, cause they said that they was missing me
But literally, nobody thought about hitting me
Not a phone call, letter, or a visiting
And free my nigga, yeah, yeah, I know he know what I mean
I'm speaking real shit, switch the floor real quick
And make you feel sick, question who you chill with
I mean that's real shit, make you wanna drill shit
But you gotta stay humble, fuck who you deal with
The way I'm talking on the beat, I know they feel it
But let me say it again, I'm speaking real shit
I won't hide the ways I've tried it
Cause my brain is killing me tonight
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Writer(s): Tahkeim Hay
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