Letter to Cor3y/How I Been
How, how
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
We brothers for life, admit it
Look at you, brother, you winning
You got you a crib, a whip, a bitch, that's holding you down, she with it
Looking back, isn't this what we dreamed of
Breaking down in my room, don't know when I'll see ya
We was running this shit for real
You was my brother from another mother, I'm just keeping it real
Nobody was fucking with you, yeah, I got your back
And I know you got mine still
We was fucking up the city
Bonding over bitches, trying to make our hearts heal
Look at us, look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit
When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming
And my homies keep on telling me I got demons
I can't see them, but I feel them
This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real
I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real
I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real
I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real
Fell in love with the drugs
Fell in love with the lifestyle
I don't give a fuck, I'm a thug
Most of my homies be bout that
They gon' rob your ass for a dub
Most of my homies be bout that
They gon' pull up on you with the pump
They be like, what the fuck
This shit be fucking up my head
I don't even know you bum ass bitches, but you want me dead
I'm living rent-free in your head
I spend a bag and I'm making a check
Her head crazy, bitch, like Pez
Me and my homie pull up on the scene, we making a mess
I said, baby, just look at my jeans, they be True
Only designer clothes on me
Pussy boy rocking that Fruit of the Loom
I walk up in Saks and then go on a spree
It's crazy what money can motherfucking do
Got a Chrome Heart tee, with a Moncler beanie
Balaclava, bitch, you can't see me
Times Square looks so damn pretty
Ride around, bitch, I feel like Biggie
Just can't wait to be back in my city
All of my homies be right there with me
Maybe one day when I blow the fuck up
We all come back and do this shit, litty
Maybe one day when I blow the fuck up
We could travel the world like a hippie
But for right now
These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit
When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming
And my homies keep on telling me I got demons
I can't see them, but I feel them
This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real
I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real
I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real
I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real
Yeah, that's how I been, bro
That's how shit been going, it's alright
How you been though, let me know
Hit me back
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
Ain't seen you in a minute
How, how
We brothers for life, admit it
Look at you, brother, you winning
You got you a crib, a whip, a bitch, that's holding you down, she with it
Looking back, isn't this what we dreamed of
Breaking down in my room, don't know when I'll see ya
We was running this shit for real
You was my brother from another mother, I'm just keeping it real
Nobody was fucking with you, yeah, I got your back
And I know you got mine still
We was fucking up the city
Bonding over bitches, trying to make our hearts heal
Look at us, look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
Look at us, look at us now
These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit
When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming
And my homies keep on telling me I got demons
I can't see them, but I feel them
This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real
I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real
I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real
I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real
Fell in love with the drugs
Fell in love with the lifestyle
I don't give a fuck, I'm a thug
Most of my homies be bout that
They gon' rob your ass for a dub
Most of my homies be bout that
They gon' pull up on you with the pump
They be like, what the fuck
This shit be fucking up my head
I don't even know you bum ass bitches, but you want me dead
I'm living rent-free in your head
I spend a bag and I'm making a check
Her head crazy, bitch, like Pez
Me and my homie pull up on the scene, we making a mess
I said, baby, just look at my jeans, they be True
Only designer clothes on me
Pussy boy rocking that Fruit of the Loom
I walk up in Saks and then go on a spree
It's crazy what money can motherfucking do
Got a Chrome Heart tee, with a Moncler beanie
Balaclava, bitch, you can't see me
Times Square looks so damn pretty
Ride around, bitch, I feel like Biggie
Just can't wait to be back in my city
All of my homies be right there with me
Maybe one day when I blow the fuck up
We all come back and do this shit, litty
Maybe one day when I blow the fuck up
We could travel the world like a hippie
But for right now
These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit
When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming
And my homies keep on telling me I got demons
I can't see them, but I feel them
This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real
I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real
I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real
I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real
Yeah, that's how I been, bro
That's how shit been going, it's alright
How you been though, let me know
Hit me back
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Writer(s): Carter Walters
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