| I don’t think these niggas understand what I’m going through |
| I don’t think these niggas understand what I’m going through |
| Wait hold on |
| I don’t think these niggas understand what I’m going through |
| They don’t get what I’m saying, so I’m better of just showing you |
| I do this for my mans that ain’t never coming home |
| And my fans that literally know every word to my song |
| My brother gone, but I’m still holding strong |
| Look in my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |
| Sometimes I cry, but I’m still holding on |
| Look in my my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |
| I remember them days when I used to ask mama «Can I bring my friends over «She like «Boy what’s your problem? I done told you plenty times that you ain’t |
| got no friends» |
| I ain’t never understand, so I still brung em in |
| Now I get what she was saying, niggas never did shit for me |
| So when I sign that deal, niggas ain’t gon' get shit for |
| I swear the police sick of me, they know that I’m still in these streets |
| So I take that publicity and give it to that industry |
| Fuck all these niggas and fuck all these hoes |
| They know I got a bitch, so fuck you call me for |
| Cause they know I have this shit, got so much money I’ll buy that bitch |
| I don’t need no average bitch if my girl be on that savage shit |
| And if you riding with your niggas, we gon' roll on em |
| He wrote his statement, sign that paper, how he fold on em |
| Same nigga say he real but he told on em |
| I hope dre day get that apeal broski hold on |
| And if you riding with your niggas, we gon' roll on em |
| He wrote his statement, sign that paper, how he fold on em |
| Same nigga say he real but he told on em |
| I hope dre day get that apeal, broski hold on |
| I don’t think these niggas understand what I’m going through |
| They don’t get what I’m saying, so I’m better of just showing you |
| I do this for my mans that ain’t never coming home |
| And my fans that literally know every word to my song |
| My brother gone, but I’m still holding strong |
| Look in my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |
| Sometimes I cry, but I’m still holding on |
| Look in my my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |
| They don’t understand where I’m coming from |
| Them 20's, 50's, them 100's on me |
| They like «Damn where you get your money from «I'm strapped up so what the fuck I’m running from |
| Unless I see 12, then I might just bail |
| These niggas wanna see me go back to jail, but I’ll be damn if I let niggas see |
| me fail |
| Damn homie, thought you was my mans homie |
| You was supposed to ride when shit hit the fan homie |
| You act like I died when I was in the care homie |
| I wish they was lying about the shit that they was aying homie |
| But it was true, my bro told me so I knew |
| And even though you forgot about me, just know I’ll never forget about you |
| The shit you said nigga, that funny ass shit you did nigga |
| You couldn’t be said nigga, just know that you burnt this bridge nigga |
| So when I make it, it’s only a few of my niggas I’m taking |
| Doing all these drugs popping so much pills got my heart racing |
| Do all these drugs cause I can’t face the pain |
| So I can’t take the pain |
| Pop two pills, smoke two blunts and two cups so I can escape the pain |
| So when I make it, it’s only a few of my niggas I’m taking |
| Doing all these drugs popping so much pills got my heart racing |
| Do all these drugs cause I can’t face the pain |
| So I can’t take the pain |
| Pop two pills, smoke two blunts and two cups I escape the pain |
| I don’t think these niggas understand what I’m going through |
| They don’t get what I’m saying, so I’m better of just showing you |
| I do this for my mans that ain’t never coming home |
| And my fans that literally know every word to my song |
| My brother gone, but I’m still holding strong |
| Look in my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |
| Sometimes I cry, but I’m still holding on |
| Look in my my eyes, you’ll never know what’s wrong |