[Intro]
Shout out Tay Savage
What I'm going through
They don't understand what I'm going through
I don't think they understand what I'm going through
I don't think they understand it
[Interlude]
Wait, hol' on!
[Chorus]
I don't think these niggas understand what I'm going through
They don't get what I'm saying, so I'm better off just showing you
I do this for my mans that ain't never coming home
And my fans that literally know every word to my songs
My brother gone, but I'm still holding strong
Look in my eyes, you'll never know what's wrong
Sometimes I cry, but I'm still holding on
Look in my eyes, you'll never know what's wrong
[Verse 1]
I remember them days
When I used to ask mamma:
"Could I bring my friends over?"
She like, "Boy, what's your problem?
I done told you plenty times that you ain't got no friends"
I ain't never understand, so I still brung 'em in
Now I get what she was saying
Niggas never did shit for me, so when I sign that deal, niggas ain't gon' get shit for free
I swear the police sick of me
They know that I'm still in these streets
So I take they publicity they give me to that industry
Fuck all these niggas
Fuck, fuck, fuck all these hoes
They know I got a bitch, so fuck you call me for?
'Cause they know I'm having shit
Got so much money I'll buy that bitch
I don't need no average bitch if my girl be on that savage shit
Yeah, I love that girl (heh)
Shout out Tay Savage
What I'm going through
They don't understand what I'm going through
I don't think they understand what I'm going through
I don't think they understand it
[Interlude]
Wait, hol' on!
[Chorus]
I don't think these niggas understand what I'm going through
They don't get what I'm saying, so I'm better off just showing you
I do this for my mans that ain't never coming home
And my fans that literally know every word to my songs
My brother gone, but I'm still holding strong
Look in my eyes, you'll never know what's wrong
Sometimes I cry, but I'm still holding on
Look in my eyes, you'll never know what's wrong
[Verse 1]
I remember them days
When I used to ask mamma:
"Could I bring my friends over?"
She like, "Boy, what's your problem?
I done told you plenty times that you ain't got no friends"
I ain't never understand, so I still brung 'em in
Now I get what she was saying
Niggas never did shit for me, so when I sign that deal, niggas ain't gon' get shit for free
I swear the police sick of me
They know that I'm still in these streets
So I take they publicity they give me to that industry
Fuck all these niggas
Fuck, fuck, fuck all these hoes
They know I got a bitch, so fuck you call me for?
'Cause they know I'm having shit
Got so much money I'll buy that bitch
I don't need no average bitch if my girl be on that savage shit
Yeah, I love that girl (heh)
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