Stay Me (feat. Andrea Jackson)
We will be here
We won't stop
We preserved
To the top
Now they hate me
Because they ain't make me
There's no price to pay me
To make me not stay me
Momma turning 65 gotta see me win
But I made her proud ain't I ain't even make it yet
Earned the type of respect niggas can't take it back
Cause I'm the man no matter what car you see me in
No matter if I just hit a lick
Or what bitch you see me wit
And rarely do you see you me lit
I appreciate but I don't celebrate
No getting high off my own supply I'm tryna elevate
They say the right words but I can tell it's hate
When you only give real love you can tell the fake
Shit I'm a veteran at that
And any bitch I ever fucked man I'm a feather in her cap
Bet I taught her something too
Hit a couple time I probably brought her something new
If I love you then I'm gonna cook for you
If like you and enjoy you go head order something through
Take out from the finest
Running through them bands nigga don't remind us
They thought the money was gonna blind us
But the dead walk with us
We can't leave our past behind us
Loyalty's what binds us
You beefing for vagina
Nigga that's only major to the minors
Imagine me tryna fade you for the finest
I ain't got no dream girl bitch I'm grindin
Touched my first Diamond at a strip club
She said fuck a tip cup
Show a real bitch love
Come back and get yo dick sucked
I said you had me at fuck the tip cup
I knew I was the man before I zipped up
Knew I was the man when they hated and I ain't have shit
I was damn near was the last pick
Now they wanna point me out in our class pics
Front runners dead jail or sucking on a glass dick
Them tables turn quick than you think
Ya whole outlook change up in a blink
I seen niggas trade a jump suit for a mink
He ain't figure life out yet he was working out the kinks
Now he gotta figure life out while working out the clink
I never know when I'ma see you next so hit me up and link
No goodbyes cause they be feeling like a jinx
Enjoying life cause ain't nobody getting buried in a Brinks
Now they hate me
Because they ain't make me
There's no price to pay me
To make me not stay me
We won't stop
We preserved
To the top
Now they hate me
Because they ain't make me
There's no price to pay me
To make me not stay me
Momma turning 65 gotta see me win
But I made her proud ain't I ain't even make it yet
Earned the type of respect niggas can't take it back
Cause I'm the man no matter what car you see me in
No matter if I just hit a lick
Or what bitch you see me wit
And rarely do you see you me lit
I appreciate but I don't celebrate
No getting high off my own supply I'm tryna elevate
They say the right words but I can tell it's hate
When you only give real love you can tell the fake
Shit I'm a veteran at that
And any bitch I ever fucked man I'm a feather in her cap
Bet I taught her something too
Hit a couple time I probably brought her something new
If I love you then I'm gonna cook for you
If like you and enjoy you go head order something through
Take out from the finest
Running through them bands nigga don't remind us
They thought the money was gonna blind us
But the dead walk with us
We can't leave our past behind us
Loyalty's what binds us
You beefing for vagina
Nigga that's only major to the minors
Imagine me tryna fade you for the finest
I ain't got no dream girl bitch I'm grindin
Touched my first Diamond at a strip club
She said fuck a tip cup
Show a real bitch love
Come back and get yo dick sucked
I said you had me at fuck the tip cup
I knew I was the man before I zipped up
Knew I was the man when they hated and I ain't have shit
I was damn near was the last pick
Now they wanna point me out in our class pics
Front runners dead jail or sucking on a glass dick
Them tables turn quick than you think
Ya whole outlook change up in a blink
I seen niggas trade a jump suit for a mink
He ain't figure life out yet he was working out the kinks
Now he gotta figure life out while working out the clink
I never know when I'ma see you next so hit me up and link
No goodbyes cause they be feeling like a jinx
Enjoying life cause ain't nobody getting buried in a Brinks
Now they hate me
Because they ain't make me
There's no price to pay me
To make me not stay me
Credits
Writer(s): Wilfred Scott Perez
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