[Intro]
(Tuned up)
(Iceberg want a bag)
(Damn Chris, this nasty)
[Chorus]
I just told bro put yo' head in, we gotta go all the way
And if you need me for a thing, know I'ma call away
I woke up moody, asked my shooter, "Who gon' fall today?"
I put a bag on top of yo' head and make him ball away
'Cause that's my motherfuckin' mud brother, my blood brother
And they ain't never had no love for us, no love for us
We had to make it out that one gutter, that one gutter
They ain't never had no love for us, no love for us
[Verse 1]
No, we ain't never had a thing
That hustle all I know, that's why I lock in when I sing
Money all over my phone, I'm still gon' lock in with them fiends
Onе wrong turn into that dead, they might get blockеd in with them beams
Ain't no safety on that .40, so I'm glocked in with my team
Some of my niggas got a job and some of my niggas hustle still
Momma worked three 9 to 5's, that's how you know that struggle real
Bust her ass, she sheddin' tears, I don't see how we struggle still
I can't do nothin' but pay you back and I ain't talkin' bills
Know you hate the drugs, so I feel guilty when I pop the seal
Don't wanna lose me, so I'll second guess before I pop this pill
My bitch label me an addict 'cause a nigga poppin' still
Don't wanna listen to your problems, baby, I ain't Dr. Phil
(Tuned up)
(Iceberg want a bag)
(Damn Chris, this nasty)
[Chorus]
I just told bro put yo' head in, we gotta go all the way
And if you need me for a thing, know I'ma call away
I woke up moody, asked my shooter, "Who gon' fall today?"
I put a bag on top of yo' head and make him ball away
'Cause that's my motherfuckin' mud brother, my blood brother
And they ain't never had no love for us, no love for us
We had to make it out that one gutter, that one gutter
They ain't never had no love for us, no love for us
[Verse 1]
No, we ain't never had a thing
That hustle all I know, that's why I lock in when I sing
Money all over my phone, I'm still gon' lock in with them fiends
Onе wrong turn into that dead, they might get blockеd in with them beams
Ain't no safety on that .40, so I'm glocked in with my team
Some of my niggas got a job and some of my niggas hustle still
Momma worked three 9 to 5's, that's how you know that struggle real
Bust her ass, she sheddin' tears, I don't see how we struggle still
I can't do nothin' but pay you back and I ain't talkin' bills
Know you hate the drugs, so I feel guilty when I pop the seal
Don't wanna lose me, so I'll second guess before I pop this pill
My bitch label me an addict 'cause a nigga poppin' still
Don't wanna listen to your problems, baby, I ain't Dr. Phil
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