Lyrics

Okay, let me get you hip cause it's a cold game Just for fame, you boys ah snake yo grams for that and mo' pape Shit so strange, how they portray they real and then they go change Like no shade, but niggas act like bitches playin' hoe games I know pain, see this smile on my face I went through hell for it We was really onnat still got niggas stuck in cells for it Sometimes they call home and spit they pain I call it jail poems Before I count on you I count on me I kept myself going I need it That green yea On the deep end Take it easy, (on me) She fuck me cuz I'm money she gone leave me for that same reason You can't hide it from me been there too I see that pain leaking See yo true intentions but play dumb they think I can't read em Fell back cause it's toxic and I got tired of that same sequence Like tell me what to do when it ain't nowhere I could go Like tell me what to do found out the bitch I love a hoe What to do when yo main enemy a nigga you called bro Like tell me what to do when you lost everything but hope (huh) Juvenile, I started my journey in O.C.J. jail Taught right or wrong to ride with my brothers I'm like I can't tell Judge had gave him life no parole he cried till his face swelled Snakes only left me with real memories at least they faked well Never testifying nigga, that's yo mans you dying with him Fuck dissing on them songs and on the net I'm with real shot senders At the least a nine with him for these so-called hot niggas You not wit it ask about lil' money I'm a top nigga I need it That green yea On the deep end Take it easy, (on me) Tell me what to do and it ain't nowhere I could go Like tell me what to do found out the bitch I love a hoe What to do when yo main enemy a nigga you called bro Like tell me what to do and you lost everything but hope (huh)
Writer(s): Dezmon Fayne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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