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(Cor-Cor-CorMill) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh Let me talk my shit My closest brother changed on me over a bitch (Oh-oh) My other brother changed on me over a nick (Oh) I'm not gon' cry, my lace is tied, I'm not gon' trip cuz (Oh) I'm still around, they can't be family, ain't that some shit? (Oh) Ain't that some shit? I done seen some shit If I cut you off it's probably 'cause I peeped some shit (Oh, oh) I can't plead the fifth, I can't please no bitch (Oh) Lost too much motivation, I feel like I wanna quit You don't know how rejection feel They mad 'cause I kept it real I don't care if you like or you don't, you gotta respect it still Know they not gon' do what they say they gon' do but I expеct it still Even if I make it out them trеnches, I'ma rep it still Everything I did was on my own, without a record deal And they disrespect me still, the disrespect is real And I'm not gon' waste my time on hate, when I could get you killed I still ain't changed on none of my niggas and I never will (Oh) I'm on my own, still holdin' it down, you don't know what it's like (Yeah, yeah) SongtexteGet one phone call and drop to the ground, you don't know what it's like (Woah, ooh-woah) They said my bro not gon' be around, you don't know what it's like (No, woah) You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like (No, oh woah) His mother hittin' up his phone but he ain't pickin' up (He ain't pickin' up) You 'posed to be my bro but you keep switchin' up Yes, we know where his trap at Fuck around and stick it up I used to get laughed at Funny how I'm rich as fuck (Rich as fuck) Put this pressure on me (Hmm, hmm) Why you wanna put this pressure on me? I don't put pressure on you Don't put this pressure on me (Don't put this pressure on me) (Oh, oh-oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh) It's three to one, we just killed your dawg so what's the get back? I don't fear no one Might just spin the block, where he get left at Murder, muder Pothole filled with blood, watch where you step at Try to take me out my glow before I reach it, I can't let that They like, "J.I., why you preach about the same shit?" Pistol by my side but I sleep with her like my main bitch Took your broski out the picture, we ain't seen him in a frame since I just caught a body, I can't tell you how my day went And all these dead bodies, down the block, you smell the fragrance Run up on me, I'ma show you, why they call me dangerous (Yeah, yeah) So watch who you step into 'cause this shit could get technical You ain't live this life, you don't know what it's like, I can't expect you to I'm on my own, still holdin' it down, you don't know what it's like (Yeah, yeah) Get one phone call and drop to the ground, you don't know what it's like (Woah, ooh-woah) They said my bro not gon' be around, you don't know what it's like (No, woah) You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like (No, oh woah) I'm on my own, still holdin' it down, you don't know what it's like (Yeah, yeah) Get one phone call and drop to the ground, you don't know what it's like (Woah, ooh-woah) They said my bro not gon' be around, you don't know what it's like (No, woah) You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like (No, oh woah) Oh, ooh-woah Oh, oh-oh Yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh Let me talk my shit Aus Songtexte Mania