1kteezy - 1942 Lyrics

(Let that shit ride, Eighty 8)

Damn near everyday I'm faded
Nobody home, protect my heart, this bitch still feelin' vacant
My ex just hit me up, she said "I really hope you make it"
Won't rush my turn, I know it's comin'
I'm just bein' patient, I ain't had no problem waitin'
I ain't had no problem sittin' on the bench
All my dawgs ready, but I'm keepin' them behind the fence
These niggas Matt Barnes, I'm Kobe, you'll never see me flinch
If shit ain't bout a dollar, do you think it's makin' sense?

Heard that nigga talkin', switch the play, he had to catch the blitz
Look at how she walkin', crack her place and I ain't talkin' Ritz
I got niggas tryna get away, you'd prolly think they schizophrenic
Soon enough I slide to Denver, eighteen shots like Peyton Manning
Crazy I just came from Dallas, I can't be no Trey, he lancing
She say I'ma superstar, girl you know Daron be blanding
I come from the ghetto, I don't know nothin' about bein' fancy
Feel like Tatum, not Jayson, the other one they love that's Channing

Faded off the 1942
Thinkin' of the nights I spend with you
Wonderin' if you still down
I'm wonderin' if you still down

Faded off the 1942
Thinkin' of the nights I spend with you
You
You

And I'm backed in, sometimes I be trappin'
Use to f*ck with Uzi, but I think I like this Mac-10
Niggas always see me, and they ask me am I Dap son?
But he dropped the ball a lot, I feel like Lamar Jackson
I was never stingy with my brothers, nigga ask 'em
If I had some shit then everybody get to have some
Have you ever seen your brother layin' in that casket?
Wonderin' like how the f*ck did this shit even happen?
They like how I be snappin' on the beat, you askin' him, he askin' me
I been had a burner, 'member when I use to pass the three
Just cause I'm nonchalant don't mean that I don't care, bitch actually
Really care too much, that's why you keep on comin' back to me
Some of these niggas be Matt Stafford, but they still ain't passin me
I don't understand this shit, the internet be blasphemy
I was never a receiver, so you ain't no catch to me
All these bitches on my dick, and they was never asked to be

Faded off the 1942
Thinkin' of the nights I spend with you
Wonderin' if you still down
I'm wonderin' if you still down

Faded off the 1942
Thinkin' of the nights I spend with you
You
You