LOST iN MY FEELiNGS
It's that Mel Savv nigga man better act like you know
On the drill I ain't showing no face
It's a beam on the chop why the fuck would I chase
Opp thot tryna line throw a shot at her lace
Made her give up the drop where them niggas be hanging
You don't slide or provide why the fuck is you banging
Real right grinch you don't give it I take it
I ain't start at the bottom
Came up out the basement
I ain't hating on niggas I'm patiently waiting
Go trap on the road come back with a bag
I've been shitting on niggas it's making em mad
I was sixteen selling weed skipping class
If the cops try to search put the drugs in her bag
I get lost in my feelings thinking about my past
I was dead broke they ain't give me no cast
Oh that's a opp i'ma get on his ass
Said you smoking on bro so you can't get a pass
On the drill I ain't showing no face
It's a beam on the chop why the fuck would I chase
Opp thot tryna line throw a shot at her lace
Made her give up the drop where them niggas be hanging
You don't slide or provide why the fuck is you banging
Real right grinch you don't give it I take it
I ain't start at the bottom
Came up out the basement
I ain't hating on niggas I'm patiently waiting
I'm lost in this world
But I cannot lack for no bitch
How could you line me if I brought the stitch
When I walk out my crib I'm grabbing my G
I'm not scared of the opps that's just how it be
Niggas gone die if they push up on me
They get smoked like sprinkles cause them niggas sweet
I do a drill get low and repeat
Toting two guns but I'm not the blazer
I do a hit fly out to Jamaica
I ain't chasing no bitch
Get new one replace her
She ain't kicking no Chevy then I cannot chase her
I be sipping on tris got sprite for the chaser
He got shot in his back now we calling him dame
Don't get it confused cause a nigga rap
I be bending the opps while I'm playing my tracks
Every track I go dumb they like play this shit back
I get sturdy with G like bitch I'm too craft
I threw a shot and they all ran fast
Got PTSD nigga take off your mask
Can't go out like Nigga died to a crash
Backboard I watch the shot hit the glass
I be going on drills like this shit a task
R.I.P Bro I'm still feeling sad
On the drill I ain't showing no face
It's a beam on the chop why the fuck would I chase
Opp thot tryna line throw a shot at her lace
Made her give up the drop where them niggas be hanging
You don't slide or provide why the fuck is you banging
Real right grinch you don't give it I take it
I ain't start at the bottom
Came up out the basement
I ain't hating on niggas I'm patiently waiting
Go trap on the road come back with a bag
I've been shitting on niggas it's making em mad
I was sixteen selling weed skipping class
If the cops try to search put the drugs in her bag
I get lost in my feelings thinking about my past
I was dead broke they ain't give me no cast
Oh that's a opp i'ma get on his ass
Said you smoking on bro so you can't get a pass
On the drill I ain't showing no face
It's a beam on the chop why the fuck would I chase
Opp thot tryna line throw a shot at her lace
Made her give up the drop where them niggas be hanging
You don't slide or provide why the fuck is you banging
Real right grinch you don't give it I take it
I ain't start at the bottom
Came up out the basement
I ain't hating on niggas I'm patiently waiting
I'm lost in this world
But I cannot lack for no bitch
How could you line me if I brought the stitch
When I walk out my crib I'm grabbing my G
I'm not scared of the opps that's just how it be
Niggas gone die if they push up on me
They get smoked like sprinkles cause them niggas sweet
I do a drill get low and repeat
Toting two guns but I'm not the blazer
I do a hit fly out to Jamaica
I ain't chasing no bitch
Get new one replace her
She ain't kicking no Chevy then I cannot chase her
I be sipping on tris got sprite for the chaser
He got shot in his back now we calling him dame
Don't get it confused cause a nigga rap
I be bending the opps while I'm playing my tracks
Every track I go dumb they like play this shit back
I get sturdy with G like bitch I'm too craft
I threw a shot and they all ran fast
Got PTSD nigga take off your mask
Can't go out like Nigga died to a crash
Backboard I watch the shot hit the glass
I be going on drills like this shit a task
R.I.P Bro I'm still feeling sad
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Writer(s): Melachi Miller
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