2 Hrs From The UK

I wont call that nigga my dawg
He don't give me vibes
I gave you yours when it was yours
Nigga give me mines
I told your ass a million times
State gave me time
You said you trying
But you lying
Niggas hate to grind
(ouu,ouu,ouu)
These drugs tearing up my system
Flight was long as hell to the UK
I mixed runtz
(ouu,ouu,ouu)
I said i mix them
I said i miss them

I don't need a hooker with some real shit
I done gave your ass the world
I gave you realness
Aint no such thing as a lil rich
If they ever told you that
That's some bullshit
The trenches may seem fun
But it comes with a plot twist
Ever since you left
I've been having thoughts like
"i don't got this"
I be making songs that come from the soul
I don't gotta diss
Hope i make it til I'm old
To see my sons kids
Cause half the niggas i grew up with
In elementary ain't around no more
You gon see his true colors in that interrogation room
Bet a band he told
What you know bout getting kicked out of your apartment
Sleep in abandoned home
What you know bout sliding on your opps block
And you cant bring your phone

Yea i said i like to uh
It feel like the beat crying
I like to talk my shit know I'm sayin
Real savage wit it ha ha
Yea,yea,yea,yea,yea,yea

I wont call that nigga my dawg
He don't give me vibes
I gave you yours when it was yours
Nigga give me mines
I told your ass a million times
State gave me time
You said you trying
But you lying
Niggas hate to grind
(ouu,ouu,ouu)
These drugs tearing up my system
Flight was long as hell to the UK
I mixed runtz
(ouu,ouu,ouu)
I said i mix them
I said i miss them
(ouu,ouu,ouu)



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