[Intro]
Why?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Finesse, you stupid for this ho)
(Like a motherfucker)
[Verse 1]
I've been scheming (I've been scheming)
I've been looking for a lick, my pockets empty
Damn, I must be dreaming (I must be dreaming)
'Cause the partners that I loved said they gon' kill me
And it just might be the reason (Just might be the reason)
I'm so numb to the pain, I go dumb in the brain (Yeah)
My brother gotta be solid like the blood in my vein
I'm so tired of broken love and tirеd of hoes running game (Ha)
Baby, what's the motivе? I gotta stay focused
The love I got for you is not the same, you gotta show me
We selling dope out in the rain, got tired of them eviction notices
When I ain't have a thing, yeah, baby girl, she barely noticed me
I won't tell a soul, when it get real, though, I'ma show it (Yeah)
Hope the light don't ever shine on the shit that I did in the dark
Like the time we slid and hit old boy, then put the car in park
But that's enough about that part
I'm still working on my heart
You saved my picture like it's art (What?)
Painted like Picasso
Pull up semi-auto
You— you'll get whacked tomorrow (Baow)
This ain't Grand Theft Auto (Baow)
Nigga, this is real life
In the field, oh, it get real, I earned my real stripes
Why?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Finesse, you stupid for this ho)
(Like a motherfucker)
[Verse 1]
I've been scheming (I've been scheming)
I've been looking for a lick, my pockets empty
Damn, I must be dreaming (I must be dreaming)
'Cause the partners that I loved said they gon' kill me
And it just might be the reason (Just might be the reason)
I'm so numb to the pain, I go dumb in the brain (Yeah)
My brother gotta be solid like the blood in my vein
I'm so tired of broken love and tirеd of hoes running game (Ha)
Baby, what's the motivе? I gotta stay focused
The love I got for you is not the same, you gotta show me
We selling dope out in the rain, got tired of them eviction notices
When I ain't have a thing, yeah, baby girl, she barely noticed me
I won't tell a soul, when it get real, though, I'ma show it (Yeah)
Hope the light don't ever shine on the shit that I did in the dark
Like the time we slid and hit old boy, then put the car in park
But that's enough about that part
I'm still working on my heart
You saved my picture like it's art (What?)
Painted like Picasso
Pull up semi-auto
You— you'll get whacked tomorrow (Baow)
This ain't Grand Theft Auto (Baow)
Nigga, this is real life
In the field, oh, it get real, I earned my real stripes
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