B-EfEl - Help Again Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah
I can help my grandma, yeah
I can help my grandmas, ah yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!)
Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again
Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again
Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again

My luck was out of time
My girl said we'd never be the same, thought she was lyin'
My luck was out of time
And I needed new friends, cause the one's I had was lyin'
But I looked towards stars like Travis Scott
I needed the inspiration, needed the dedication
Needed the "Brain-Smart", Dashie, I needed the "Brain-meat"
Yeah, yeah, and that bitch wanna come
She wanna suck on this meat, yeah, bitch

Bitch, stop lyin'
Bitch, that's that cryin'
Bitch, stop that cryin'
I need that cronic
And, homie, I thought you was a real one
Until I met somebody real than you
And they put you on done
And, little girl, stop playin'
With my feelings, you debatin'
With my feelings, you just skatin', all over them
Makin' them eggs undone, turnin' them arteries off pump
I can't stand that, I be fightin' with you
You were the last one I want

(Oh no)
I don't wanna turn my back against the ones I love
But the ones I loved, are the only ones that's gone

Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah
I can help my grandma, yeah
I can help my grandmas, ah yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!)
Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again
Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again
Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again

Pulled up on the plug, with my niggas
And we smoked a blunt, with my niggas
Smoked a black with my niggas
You can't see us, Hidden Figures (Nah)
Yeah (Nah)
And I think that blunt smoke stay still in my lungs

Yeah, I'm might adjust the stair in my lungs
Yeah, I be smokin' 'round the house, without no strength
Yeah, and that weed we smoked got me with, like, no strength

Made "Clatt, Blatt, Slatt", my brothers was fighting
Made "Took The Spotlight", cause I was dying
Made "The Cloud Tape", yeah, I was outta dimes
Made "The Cloud Tape", yeah, I was outta dimes
My life was at a dead end
And my ear can't stand these f*ck niggas just lying (Lying)
Bitches just crying, yeah
Blatt-Blatt, nigga, guns up, f*ck these lions

(Achoo! What you tell these f*ck nigga peons?)
And these motherf*ckers cheaters, man
F*ck these lions, and the cheetas in the jungle
They wouldn't want no gun smoke

Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah
I can help my grandma, yeah
I can help my grandmas, ah yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!)
Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again
Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again
Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again

So don't lie 'bout who you are
Nigga, just sit down, play your role, and do your part
Bitch, don't lie 'bout who you are
Sit down, and play your role, do your part