What up bitch, I miss you dog
Nigga, I miss you too bruh (ayy, DVOSK)
I miss you too dude (Love makes me sick)
Ayy man, we gon link up soon (NumbaOne, you blessed this)
But I can't fuck with the cold, baby
Haha, say that man, be cool, bitch
I miss you, I'ma send you some shit
Ayy, man, man do that shit man-
Love you, bitch
Love you too gangsta, stay gangsta
Yeah. I just picture me rollin, thuggin in that Redeye
Glock on my side and I'm just tryna keep my head high
What you expect me to do?
Heavenly Father, we livin in hell
Just free JBreezy out that cell
And in my heart I feel the tension
From these niggas tryna take me from my millions
Want me back on that block, head-on collision
Want me spinnin with intentions
Shootin and robbin niggas for they tennis
And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters
Back to fightin court again
Like I ain't got some more to give
Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm a warrior
I done been through the worst, I was hurt
Bridie made his chopper burst
Then we watched them all disburse
Whatever works, I say it first
Put him in the dirt, yeah
Niggas know what the mission is
So they wanna stop me from gettin it, yeah
Font got too many friends
But I got a whole lot of Benjamins, yeah
Bridie caught him a sentence
Cause he had a whole lot of witnesses
These niggas know what the business is
Hang with a whole lot of menaces
But we been coolin and chillin and runnin up Benjamins
I gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah
Tryna make this shit here work
Even though you damaged me, oh yeah
At night alone, just me and Runtz
Dont call my phone, been home for months
I wanna roll, me and my gun, yeah
Me and the gang, know how we bang
But bitch, we play to win
Call up a blitz, he ain't got whip
He still gon spin a bend
He ain't got no whip but still gon spin it
Had to say it twice to make em feel it
Remember on that post we smokin midget
Talkin shit bout we envisioned
Yeah, and now we livin
We livin it up, bags to the ceilin'
And we don't give no fucks. you know the business
Many nights I prayed that it worked out
Just like the fitness
But in my heart I feel the tension
From these niggas tryna take me from my millions
Want me back on that block, head-on collision
Want me spinnin with intentions
Shootin and robbin niggas for they tennis
And my mama didn't raise me with no sisters
Back to fightin court again
Like I ain't got some more to give
Know they hate on your child, mama smile, I'm a warrior
I done been through the worst, I was hurt
Bridie made his chopper burst
Then we watched em all disburse (yeah)
Whatever works, I say it first
Put him in the dirt, yeah
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