CCM Beatz - Let You Know (feat. Cho Money) Lyrics

I don't understand, you said you'd never leave
Told me that you'd be there, but you're lying to me
You're always on my mind, and when it's late at night
(Gotta give that boy CCM a 100 bands)
And when I'm feeling down, I lose all control
Emotions keep coming out, I'm tryna let you go
So if you wanna talk to me again
Don't try to act like we were always friends
I just figured that you know
Could've caught you at my show
CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow
We gon' keep it real on this shit, so let me know
Lookin' in your eyes, I'm just tryna protect your soul
Don't do no hidin
I need my front end on my back, bitch, I'm providin
Bro hit my phone, come to the stu and put some time in
Perfecting my craft, Lord knows that I've been grindin
You f*ckin' that bitch over there hold on, I'm tryna see what that be like
Pull up to the crib, talkin' bout she here
Can't take the stairs, the bitch wearing heels
Know how I'm bummin' its Free YSL
I got some niggas that stuck in the cells
Just promise my niggas that we ain't gon' fail
Even if I gotta do it myself
Get on top of that, hit my phone, I ain't callin' back
No, I ain't callin' back
On top of your head like a dodgers hat
I'm on that shit with my cousin nem
Got blood on my hands, I'm rubbin' it
Can't trust no nigga, on sucka shit
You don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for shit
I just figured that you know it
CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow
Some shit been on my mind and I, I can't ignore it
I need some shit, it might be bad, keep me goin
At least I ain't sittin' on my ass, bitch, I'm goin
Coach try to take me out the game like I ain't scorin
My mama told me never get no poor performance
So I got shit jumpin' from late night to the morning
Get on top of that, hit my phone, I ain't callin' back
No, I ain't callin' back
On top of your head like a dodgers hat
I'm on that shit with my cousin nem
Got blood on my hands, I'm rubbin' it
Can't trust no nigga, on sucka shit
You don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for shit
Gang, you don't stand with us, you gon' die for nun
Call hmm, hmm he gon' get it done
Catch a rebound off the back board
Lil' four' gon' send some for that boy
Then we lost Weech, that was my slat boy
I just figured that you know
Could've caught you at my show
CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow
We gon' keep it real on this shit, so let me know
Lookin' in your eyes, I'm just tryna protect your soul
Don't do no hidin
I need my front end on my back, bitch, I'm providin
Bro hit my phone, come to the stu and put some time in
Perfecting my craft, Lord knows that I been grindin