Torn Love
In the trap kird up on the flow
Ain't no bed, it ain't no food just some water on the soul
Tennis shoes on here taught inside my coat
Ain't no heat up in this bitch, junk as he and out the dope
16 ounces, park at the stove, 20 dollars in my pocket and the [?] dope,
And I got the nerve to say I'm trappin and I'm a dollar pass poe,
Going through some shick, my mama don't need no,
Drop dollar school then she told me hit the dope,
Post it on the block with the money coming slow,
But the trouble coming fast, lows off love on my ass,
Gunshot and broken glass, leaving through the path that I walked on,
Niggas better walk on, pass that bullshit, I got influence to stop on,
Stay your ass in school, Invest money and stop fuck a block nigga.
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem, What the fuck you me
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems, (what the fuck you mean?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems.
Surfle from Kurt seas, taking heat to everything granted told me
Look into the clouds now pray you'll make it out
Checking out the sky line welcome to the south,
I'll take you life behind mine check out what I'm 'bout,
Let that mack nine know, bust a lot I hear a sound
Throw my hood high watch your time fly
Looking back on my life, not even the money change
All in my heart kid decide, fuck youlet's ride, taking control of my life,
I'm feeling the stack, yeah
'Cause niggas get scared when they see the automatic,
Walk you all in my shoes, you might need a middle jacket,
I said I love you but can kill you, at the same time,
I just want the money nigga, fuck the fame,
Look at what we started we that generation.
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem,
(What the fuck you me?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems,
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem
(what the fuck you mean?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems.
Ain't no bed, it ain't no food just some water on the soul
Tennis shoes on here taught inside my coat
Ain't no heat up in this bitch, junk as he and out the dope
16 ounces, park at the stove, 20 dollars in my pocket and the [?] dope,
And I got the nerve to say I'm trappin and I'm a dollar pass poe,
Going through some shick, my mama don't need no,
Drop dollar school then she told me hit the dope,
Post it on the block with the money coming slow,
But the trouble coming fast, lows off love on my ass,
Gunshot and broken glass, leaving through the path that I walked on,
Niggas better walk on, pass that bullshit, I got influence to stop on,
Stay your ass in school, Invest money and stop fuck a block nigga.
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem, What the fuck you me
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems, (what the fuck you mean?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems.
Surfle from Kurt seas, taking heat to everything granted told me
Look into the clouds now pray you'll make it out
Checking out the sky line welcome to the south,
I'll take you life behind mine check out what I'm 'bout,
Let that mack nine know, bust a lot I hear a sound
Throw my hood high watch your time fly
Looking back on my life, not even the money change
All in my heart kid decide, fuck youlet's ride, taking control of my life,
I'm feeling the stack, yeah
'Cause niggas get scared when they see the automatic,
Walk you all in my shoes, you might need a middle jacket,
I said I love you but can kill you, at the same time,
I just want the money nigga, fuck the fame,
Look at what we started we that generation.
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem,
(What the fuck you me?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems,
Your nigga fell in dope, riding clean, certain work or all the fin
Shit ain't really what it seem
(what the fuck you mean?)
This for my nigga doing time in the bean,
Flippin' packs just to buy a pinky ring,
Shit ain't what it seems.
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Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Dante Qushawan Farrar
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