Please tell me why these niggas
Keep hating
Plotting on a young nigga
Like I done killed they baby
Bitches ain't shit too
How a nigga feeling lately
Used to know what I want
Now a nigga feeling maybe
Got time on my hands
But no time on my side
Boy the streets don't love you
Keep the Tom on my side
Sleepin in the trap
When We got holes in the ceiling
Trappin out the trap
Tryna find ways to make millions
8 o'clock in the morning
And a nigga still up
Took the harderway
Derez Deshon
Now I'm fed up
Bitch I'm stressed
Tryna find different ways for me to eat
Ain't no job, more stress
But still do for my Family
Mama told me life was hell
And Now I'm feeling the heat
Daddy said that he be worried
When I'm out in the steets
A couple nights after that
The police done stopped me
Improper passing, smelt like gas
So they had to search me
They even put me in some cuffs
Had me stand by the car
I don't know sir
Everybody uses this car
Deep down now I'm shitting
Cause I know what he gone find
Gar packet, two g's
Wasn't even hard to find
Like damn
Plus I'm already driving dirty
Ain't afraid to go jail
I'm just praying they don't hurt me
Ion like a lotta questions
So it's making me nervous
What's the odds of driving dirty
Getting stopped around 2:30
And they find some of that Doty
You just had in your hands
Yeen worried bout the sentence
But you watching they hands
Even tried to call my dad
But had to make sure I was straight
Imma say anything
For them to not bring up his name
I bet this they favorite picture
When I'm outta the ta frame
All I know is when I'm free
A nigga gotta hit a stain
Are they sending me to jail?
Or they gone blow out my brains
Tell my Mama and My Daddy
That I tried to escape
7 days from my birthday
And it's only getting realer
Plus I'm at war with your god
Could he show me a he's a killer
The Sad part about it all
Is I wasn't even afraid
Most niggas turn blue
When they on the fence of that cage
I was thinking f*ck it all
Cause this the risk that I took
Yes sir I go to school
I had them crackas looking shook
By this time He came back
I Seen the Doty in his hands
Seen him walk it to the back
On 10 toes is where I stand
Now I show a grimaced face
As he walking back to the front
Cause they wanna bag me
For a couple of bluntts
Got inside the driver side
This exactly what he said
Let him go
The guy's clean
I should've been in jail or dead
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Please tell me why these niggas
Keep hating
Plotting on a young nigga
Like I done killed they baby
Bitches ain't shit too
How a nigga feeling lately
Used to know what I want
Now a nigga feeling maybe
Got time on my hands
But no time on my side
Boy the streets don't love you
Keep the Tom on my side
Sleepin in the trap
When We got holes in the ceiling
Trappin out the trap
Tryna find ways to make millions
8 o'clock in the morning
And a nigga still up
Took the harderway
Derez Deshon
Now I'm fed up
Bitch I'm stressed
Tryna find different ways for me to eat
Ain't no job, more stress
But still do for my Family
Mama told me life was hell
And Now I'm feeling the heat
Daddy said that he be worried
When I'm out in the steets
A couple nights after that
The police done stopped me
Improper passing, smelt like gas
So they had to search me
They even put me in some cuffs
Had me stand by the car
I don't know sir
Everybody uses this car
Deep down now I'm shitting
Cause I know what he gone find
Gar packet, two g's
Wasn't even hard to find
Like damn
Plus I'm already driving dirty
Ain't afraid to go jail
I'm just praying they don't hurt me
Ion like a lotta questions
So it's making me nervous
What's the odds of driving dirty
Getting stopped around 2:30
And they find some of that Doty
You just had in your hands
Yeen worried bout the sentence
But you watching they hands
Even tried to call my dad
But had to make sure I was straight
Imma say anything
For them to not bring up his name
I bet this they favorite picture
When I'm outta the ta frame
All I know is when I'm free
A nigga gotta hit a stain
Are they sending me to jail?
Or they gone blow out my brains
Tell my Mama and My Daddy
That I tried to escape
7 days from my birthday
And it's only getting realer
Plus I'm at war with your god
Could he show me a he's a killer
The Sad part about it all
Is I wasn't even afraid
Most niggas turn blue
When they on the fence of that cage
I was thinking f*ck it all
Cause this the risk that I took
Yes sir I go to school
I had them crackas looking shook
By this time He came back
I Seen the Doty in his hands
Seen him walk it to the back
On 10 toes is where I stand
Now I show a grimaced face
As he walking back to the front
Cause they wanna bag me
For a couple of bluntts
Got inside the driver side
This exactly what he said
Let him go
The guy's clean
I should've been in jail or dead
Keep hating
Plotting on a young nigga
Like I done killed they baby
Bitches ain't shit too
How a nigga feeling lately
Used to know what I want
Now a nigga feeling maybe
Got time on my hands
But no time on my side
Boy the streets don't love you
Keep the Tom on my side
Sleepin in the trap
When We got holes in the ceiling
Trappin out the trap
Tryna find ways to make millions
8 o'clock in the morning
And a nigga still up
Took the harderway
Derez Deshon
Now I'm fed up
Bitch I'm stressed
Tryna find different ways for me to eat
Ain't no job, more stress
But still do for my Family
Mama told me life was hell
And Now I'm feeling the heat
Daddy said that he be worried
When I'm out in the steets
A couple nights after that
The police done stopped me
Improper passing, smelt like gas
So they had to search me
They even put me in some cuffs
Had me stand by the car
I don't know sir
Everybody uses this car
Deep down now I'm shitting
Cause I know what he gone find
Gar packet, two g's
Wasn't even hard to find
Like damn
Plus I'm already driving dirty
Ain't afraid to go jail
I'm just praying they don't hurt me
Ion like a lotta questions
So it's making me nervous
What's the odds of driving dirty
Getting stopped around 2:30
And they find some of that Doty
You just had in your hands
Yeen worried bout the sentence
But you watching they hands
Even tried to call my dad
But had to make sure I was straight
Imma say anything
For them to not bring up his name
I bet this they favorite picture
When I'm outta the ta frame
All I know is when I'm free
A nigga gotta hit a stain
Are they sending me to jail?
Or they gone blow out my brains
Tell my Mama and My Daddy
That I tried to escape
7 days from my birthday
And it's only getting realer
Plus I'm at war with your god
Could he show me a he's a killer
The Sad part about it all
Is I wasn't even afraid
Most niggas turn blue
When they on the fence of that cage
I was thinking f*ck it all
Cause this the risk that I took
Yes sir I go to school
I had them crackas looking shook
By this time He came back
I Seen the Doty in his hands
Seen him walk it to the back
On 10 toes is where I stand
Now I show a grimaced face
As he walking back to the front
Cause they wanna bag me
For a couple of bluntts
Got inside the driver side
This exactly what he said
Let him go
The guy's clean
I should've been in jail or dead
Writer: DaJour Smalls-Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid