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(SephGotTheWaves) Ayy, uh, oh (Ayo Nashi, you go crazy), yeah, uh You a ho and your friend too And I'm tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy) She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into And I been tryna see what a brick do I been makin' a brick move (Uh) Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah Thirty round drop shells, leave a trace, yeah I'm in love with blue faces No heart and I hate it Kinda glad that I made it They keep sayin', "You gon' change," yeah Mulsanne when I'm switchin' lanes, yeah My stepper don't know what a range is Took my heart, rearranged it I'll still take a bitch from a nigga Bust it down two times, don't care what her name is They think 'cause we come from nothin' that we dumb or somethin' SongtexteLike he don't know where his brain is (Yeah) Talk about it, try releasing my problems My mama still mad I ain't got no scholarship (Yeah) They ain't give a fuck about me Why the fuck would I stay thinkin' I'm what the problem is? (Yeah) They tried puttin' me with the problem kids They was happy, but a nigga wasn't proud of it Took a flight to L.A., learned a lot of shit I was broke, I ain't have not a pot to piss Now, look at what I made out of it And you crazy, you think a nigga goin' back to the slums, yeah, uh No, you crazy if you think I won't keep my gun You a ho and your friend too And I'm tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy) She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into And I been tryna see what a brick do I been makin' a brick move (Uh) Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah Tryna take my mind out to space, yeah My heart been too vacant How the fuck could you take it? Can you feel when it's racin'? Put me on your spaceship Show me different places You believe I'm gon' make it Don't leave my mind spacious (Yeah) Hard to get a little help, I ain't call on nobody Feel like I don't know where my place is I'm stuck in a sad place, it's a bad place Feel like I can't shake it Granddaddy showed me what game is Give a fuck if I'm famous Even if they put me XXL We ain't the same, just the same list I grew up, ain't the same kid Remember I was the lame kid (Yeah) Now everybody wanna be my friend That's all that the fame did (Yeah, uh) You should be ashamed, nigga, uh 2x the hard way and I still thug inside that hallway, uh Air it out broad day, we don't give a fuck what them boys say You a ho and your friend too And I'm tryna fuck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy) She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into And I been tryna see what a brick do I been makin' a brick move (Uh) Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania