[Intro]
808 mafia
Yeah, we on that 8Wave shit
Ay, ay, nigga
Oh yeah
Bitch! (bitch)
[Chorus]
I just supress the way im feelin', let the beat build
I ain’t afraid of understandin' a nigga need help (need help)
Ridin' ’round strapped up like a seat belt (puh, puh)
I put myself up in my lil baby shoes to see how she felt (see how she felt)
Ay, I'm man enough to say I apologize (sorry)
I don't wanna be no pimp up in my daughter eyes (no)
I done lost so many niggas, boy it's hard to cry (shit crazy)
Have too much love up in my heart, so I harden mine
[Verse 1]
You wanna leave or wanna stay, either way it's fine (bitch)
For my kids, I put it all on the line (on my mom)
With my niggas droppin' bodies, wе ain't droppin' dimes (dimes)
See we donе really came a long way, from them petty crimes
Battlin’ with my addictions, I got life trauma (I got life trauma)
Post traumatic stress, boy I’m quick to put that pipe on 'em (on my mom)
He the typa nigga out here walkin’ with a mic on him
You ain't never looked a man up in his eyes and put a knife on him (fsh, fsh)
Crazy part about it is I was a good kid (was a good kid)
When they took my brother all I wanted was some bloodshed
I still can't believe my nigga OP4 ended up dead (shit crazy)
I ain't even gonna lie i really hated what them drugs did (on my mom)
You left that letter to me sayin’ we was brothers
Boy I got yo ass forever, you gonna see me hustle (on my soul)
You know I got it by myself, I got it off the muscle
Everybody tried to count me out so I'm chargin' double
When them doors slide open, you know yo' ass in trouble
Bounce up out that whip with that drake, bullets rippin' muscles (puh, puh)
Your life movin' fast, don't get passed up (nigga)
'Cause money never meant shit, I never had much (I never had much)
808 mafia
Yeah, we on that 8Wave shit
Ay, ay, nigga
Oh yeah
Bitch! (bitch)
[Chorus]
I just supress the way im feelin', let the beat build
I ain’t afraid of understandin' a nigga need help (need help)
Ridin' ’round strapped up like a seat belt (puh, puh)
I put myself up in my lil baby shoes to see how she felt (see how she felt)
Ay, I'm man enough to say I apologize (sorry)
I don't wanna be no pimp up in my daughter eyes (no)
I done lost so many niggas, boy it's hard to cry (shit crazy)
Have too much love up in my heart, so I harden mine
[Verse 1]
You wanna leave or wanna stay, either way it's fine (bitch)
For my kids, I put it all on the line (on my mom)
With my niggas droppin' bodies, wе ain't droppin' dimes (dimes)
See we donе really came a long way, from them petty crimes
Battlin’ with my addictions, I got life trauma (I got life trauma)
Post traumatic stress, boy I’m quick to put that pipe on 'em (on my mom)
He the typa nigga out here walkin’ with a mic on him
You ain't never looked a man up in his eyes and put a knife on him (fsh, fsh)
Crazy part about it is I was a good kid (was a good kid)
When they took my brother all I wanted was some bloodshed
I still can't believe my nigga OP4 ended up dead (shit crazy)
I ain't even gonna lie i really hated what them drugs did (on my mom)
You left that letter to me sayin’ we was brothers
Boy I got yo ass forever, you gonna see me hustle (on my soul)
You know I got it by myself, I got it off the muscle
Everybody tried to count me out so I'm chargin' double
When them doors slide open, you know yo' ass in trouble
Bounce up out that whip with that drake, bullets rippin' muscles (puh, puh)
Your life movin' fast, don't get passed up (nigga)
'Cause money never meant shit, I never had much (I never had much)
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