See the
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
Might just let that top back
Depend on how the weather be
I'm smooth with this shit
In the booth cooking up that recipe
Let bro with that foreign, F*ck it
Know he got a felony
If they talking down, I might just hit them with that pedigree
When bro was in that cell he ain't got no call
Not even from his fam, So when he get out
He don't know y'all
Even the bitch he was f*cking ain't got no walls
Call his two hoes bitch, Just cause they both dogs
Y'all wouldn't even understand where he coming from
Young nigga
Spent a hundred bands, And toted a hundred guns
I been doing this shit
These niggas thinking that I just begun
See this ain't what I came for
Messing up my bankroll
Look at him, He can't float
We ain't on the same boat
Like yea... I done heard this
And yea... I done heard that
And I remember niggas that done said some shit they can't take back
Most of y'all won't tell it how it is
I just be speaking facts
Heart so deep just sing to them
1300, Bitch that deathrow
I was locked behind walls
Didn't nobody gave me shit
I had to make my way up out
I had to jump off in that field
All them f*cking nights I missed
I can't forget my daughter's birth
I was laying in bravo, I swear to God that hit my soul
All them letters I sent out, And I can't even get one in
I was down bad on my dick, I'm thinking where the f*ck my friends
Everybody chasing clout, And every nigga be your man
Every time I did a crime, I bonded my own self out again
And I done been through so much pain, I know I got to make it
When I get up, Get a bag, I know I got to be the greatest
Remember all them times I got up, And I had to go and take it
Sliding through the city, With the glizzy
Cause my fingers aching
Remember all them nights that we was posted on the Ave
Flipping all them Os, Now we flipping hoes up off the ground
Do this for my two brothers that's locked up, Way up in that jam
Pour a pint out for my brother Colton, Burried in the ground
And one thing that I know fasho, And I'ma stay the same
Young nigga from the gutta, 1300 where I raised
Chattown Ten-A-Key
Born and raised up on the east
Brought up with some brothers, Who got us
Right up in front of me
See the
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
The weather be
That recipe
Yeah... Yeah
Yeah... Yeah
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See the
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
Might just let that top back
Depend on how the weather be
I'm smooth with this shit
In the booth cooking up that recipe
Let bro with that foreign, F*ck it
Know he got a felony
If they talking down, I might just hit them with that pedigree
When bro was in that cell he ain't got no call
Not even from his fam, So when he get out
He don't know y'all
Even the bitch he was f*cking ain't got no walls
Call his two hoes bitch, Just cause they both dogs
Y'all wouldn't even understand where he coming from
Young nigga
Spent a hundred bands, And toted a hundred guns
I been doing this shit
These niggas thinking that I just begun
See this ain't what I came for
Messing up my bankroll
Look at him, He can't float
We ain't on the same boat
Like yea... I done heard this
And yea... I done heard that
And I remember niggas that done said some shit they can't take back
Most of y'all won't tell it how it is
I just be speaking facts
Heart so deep just sing to them
1300, Bitch that deathrow
I was locked behind walls
Didn't nobody gave me shit
I had to make my way up out
I had to jump off in that field
All them f*cking nights I missed
I can't forget my daughter's birth
I was laying in bravo, I swear to God that hit my soul
All them letters I sent out, And I can't even get one in
I was down bad on my dick, I'm thinking where the f*ck my friends
Everybody chasing clout, And every nigga be your man
Every time I did a crime, I bonded my own self out again
And I done been through so much pain, I know I got to make it
When I get up, Get a bag, I know I got to be the greatest
Remember all them times I got up, And I had to go and take it
Sliding through the city, With the glizzy
Cause my fingers aching
Remember all them nights that we was posted on the Ave
Flipping all them Os, Now we flipping hoes up off the ground
Do this for my two brothers that's locked up, Way up in that jam
Pour a pint out for my brother Colton, Burried in the ground
And one thing that I know fasho, And I'ma stay the same
Young nigga from the gutta, 1300 where I raised
Chattown Ten-A-Key
Born and raised up on the east
Brought up with some brothers, Who got us
Right up in front of me
See the
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
The weather be
That recipe
Yeah... Yeah
Yeah... Yeah
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
Might just let that top back
Depend on how the weather be
I'm smooth with this shit
In the booth cooking up that recipe
Let bro with that foreign, F*ck it
Know he got a felony
If they talking down, I might just hit them with that pedigree
When bro was in that cell he ain't got no call
Not even from his fam, So when he get out
He don't know y'all
Even the bitch he was f*cking ain't got no walls
Call his two hoes bitch, Just cause they both dogs
Y'all wouldn't even understand where he coming from
Young nigga
Spent a hundred bands, And toted a hundred guns
I been doing this shit
These niggas thinking that I just begun
See this ain't what I came for
Messing up my bankroll
Look at him, He can't float
We ain't on the same boat
Like yea... I done heard this
And yea... I done heard that
And I remember niggas that done said some shit they can't take back
Most of y'all won't tell it how it is
I just be speaking facts
Heart so deep just sing to them
1300, Bitch that deathrow
I was locked behind walls
Didn't nobody gave me shit
I had to make my way up out
I had to jump off in that field
All them f*cking nights I missed
I can't forget my daughter's birth
I was laying in bravo, I swear to God that hit my soul
All them letters I sent out, And I can't even get one in
I was down bad on my dick, I'm thinking where the f*ck my friends
Everybody chasing clout, And every nigga be your man
Every time I did a crime, I bonded my own self out again
And I done been through so much pain, I know I got to make it
When I get up, Get a bag, I know I got to be the greatest
Remember all them times I got up, And I had to go and take it
Sliding through the city, With the glizzy
Cause my fingers aching
Remember all them nights that we was posted on the Ave
Flipping all them Os, Now we flipping hoes up off the ground
Do this for my two brothers that's locked up, Way up in that jam
Pour a pint out for my brother Colton, Burried in the ground
And one thing that I know fasho, And I'ma stay the same
Young nigga from the gutta, 1300 where I raised
Chattown Ten-A-Key
Born and raised up on the east
Brought up with some brothers, Who got us
Right up in front of me
See the
Devil in my ear, Looked into my eyes
I thought my soul was gone
Expecting all these niggas to be fake
Correct me if i'm wrong
Explain how these niggas can be real with full of jealousy
I'm quick to smack a nigga sorry
I thought he was tempting me
The weather be
That recipe
Yeah... Yeah
Yeah... Yeah
Writer: Harrison Shropshire, Kennya Tremble II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid