Aye, Finger Twitchin love to blow
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He stuck in the streets like ain't no place to go, can't get a job
And this shit ain't bout bitches he get caught on shift, they clock him out
His mind been running, since he looked down the barrel, went and copped a rod
Tryna slide late night with them members, half of them got locked
You know the mitt, I heard two died inside they bubble coats outside
Damn, don't want direct deposit he just plotting for to rob
Ain't tell you legal route or not that money gone come with some problems
He on every window, see wrong facial features, buddy out of there
(Yeah)
Damn they said love what got him killed, he ain't account for that
He always having blood in his tears like where a doctor at
He tryna tell his bitch that this shit serious and his problems bad
Say he don't show expression in the mirror but it's smiling back to em
Lately don't even f*ck with family, stabbed him in his back too
This nigga come round actin weird, he know it he just act foolish
Know what time it is he get that here yo casket (or shoot back)
But that bitch got a glitch, they shoulder distance that's a slim chance
And pops don't want his junior in a cell, know it he can tell
He got way too much shit on his shoulder, hoping he prevail
Know he wish he could wake up one more time and just see Keta there (fr)
His finger twitchin, love to blow
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He just want lay down, feel he too late mama ain't been to London
He look at his lil sister, see her face and know he here for something
These niggas wanna take him from his family, don't feel no remorse
The last thing that nigga heard was bang, he bumpin glory boys
You know he keep that choppa with the woody call it Toy Story
His face card do more than open doors, you seen him open portals
Go and party he say f*ck awards if it don't come with morals
Whole heartedly say f*ck em all if they want see em fall
He feel like this shit been closin in, keep writing on the wall
Damn where some therapy cause he gone run, walk, or crawl to it
She just let the phone ring, say he was over foul to her
He rather not speak on his problems cause he got a pile full
(Hdrrrrrr)
(It's good like that)
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Aye, Finger Twitchin love to blow
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He stuck in the streets like ain't no place to go, can't get a job
And this shit ain't bout bitches he get caught on shift, they clock him out
His mind been running, since he looked down the barrel, went and copped a rod
Tryna slide late night with them members, half of them got locked
You know the mitt, I heard two died inside they bubble coats outside
Damn, don't want direct deposit he just plotting for to rob
Ain't tell you legal route or not that money gone come with some problems
He on every window, see wrong facial features, buddy out of there
(Yeah)
Damn they said love what got him killed, he ain't account for that
He always having blood in his tears like where a doctor at
He tryna tell his bitch that this shit serious and his problems bad
Say he don't show expression in the mirror but it's smiling back to em
Lately don't even f*ck with family, stabbed him in his back too
This nigga come round actin weird, he know it he just act foolish
Know what time it is he get that here yo casket (or shoot back)
But that bitch got a glitch, they shoulder distance that's a slim chance
And pops don't want his junior in a cell, know it he can tell
He got way too much shit on his shoulder, hoping he prevail
Know he wish he could wake up one more time and just see Keta there (fr)
His finger twitchin, love to blow
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He just want lay down, feel he too late mama ain't been to London
He look at his lil sister, see her face and know he here for something
These niggas wanna take him from his family, don't feel no remorse
The last thing that nigga heard was bang, he bumpin glory boys
You know he keep that choppa with the woody call it Toy Story
His face card do more than open doors, you seen him open portals
Go and party he say f*ck awards if it don't come with morals
Whole heartedly say f*ck em all if they want see em fall
He feel like this shit been closin in, keep writing on the wall
Damn where some therapy cause he gone run, walk, or crawl to it
She just let the phone ring, say he was over foul to her
He rather not speak on his problems cause he got a pile full
(Hdrrrrrr)
(It's good like that)
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He stuck in the streets like ain't no place to go, can't get a job
And this shit ain't bout bitches he get caught on shift, they clock him out
His mind been running, since he looked down the barrel, went and copped a rod
Tryna slide late night with them members, half of them got locked
You know the mitt, I heard two died inside they bubble coats outside
Damn, don't want direct deposit he just plotting for to rob
Ain't tell you legal route or not that money gone come with some problems
He on every window, see wrong facial features, buddy out of there
(Yeah)
Damn they said love what got him killed, he ain't account for that
He always having blood in his tears like where a doctor at
He tryna tell his bitch that this shit serious and his problems bad
Say he don't show expression in the mirror but it's smiling back to em
Lately don't even f*ck with family, stabbed him in his back too
This nigga come round actin weird, he know it he just act foolish
Know what time it is he get that here yo casket (or shoot back)
But that bitch got a glitch, they shoulder distance that's a slim chance
And pops don't want his junior in a cell, know it he can tell
He got way too much shit on his shoulder, hoping he prevail
Know he wish he could wake up one more time and just see Keta there (fr)
His finger twitchin, love to blow
He got sent to the corner store
Wake up shootin dice to cop new Jordan's
Real life, told mama that I'm straight just cut the water on
I'm thinking bout my siblings, I don't need shit nigga I'm one of one
Get it done
He just want lay down, feel he too late mama ain't been to London
He look at his lil sister, see her face and know he here for something
These niggas wanna take him from his family, don't feel no remorse
The last thing that nigga heard was bang, he bumpin glory boys
You know he keep that choppa with the woody call it Toy Story
His face card do more than open doors, you seen him open portals
Go and party he say f*ck awards if it don't come with morals
Whole heartedly say f*ck em all if they want see em fall
He feel like this shit been closin in, keep writing on the wall
Damn where some therapy cause he gone run, walk, or crawl to it
She just let the phone ring, say he was over foul to her
He rather not speak on his problems cause he got a pile full
(Hdrrrrrr)
(It's good like that)
Writer: Eric Birton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid