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Jose Reece - Kyrie Irving Lyrics



Jose Reece - Kyrie Irving Lyrics
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I parted ways I guess niggas feelin some type of way
I was tryna put in work niggas was tryna play
I peeped the fraudulence I was no longer tryna stay
F*ck all that internet sneak dissin that shit kinda...
I speak my mind what you hearin is what I'm tryna say
Mesha broke my heart so I ain't really tryna date
Tia SnapChatted me that pussy I was tryna taste
Til we linked up in person and that shit kinda stank
I took some loses but I promise I'ma find a way
Rockin wit leaches the reason why I'm behind today
Three empty handed Cali trips I couldn't find the plates
F*ck it next time ain't a visit I'ma just find a place
I learned a lot in 2017 I grew up hella
I put my faith in them niggas cuz I ain't know no better
How you my Day One but I was gone for 9 years
You ain't check on my Mama, send a pack, visit or write a letter
How you gon tax me for a pound and it ain't even pressure?
I hit yo line you ain't answer or call back to check up
I got into it wit my bitch
I needed a place to stay I found a lot and fell asleep in my whip
I swear to god you muthaf*ckaz don't know nothin bout bein real
I swear to god I wish my brother never gotten killed
They say I hustle just like you we was posed to build
Need yo advice they way they took life give me the chills
How you shoot a father dead in front of his daughter?
How you kill him and then shoot his babymama?
How you take the engagement ring and try to pawn it?
All for a couple thousand broke niggas so heartless
I mean I shot a couple niggas I ain't one to judge
I mean I robbed a couple niggas comin out the club
Everybody mature different that was me growin up
I coach 4th graders now but them lil niggas bad as f*ck
Difference between me and you is I'm tryna make a difference
One of em gettin F's in school then all they asses sprintin
Get yo boy together ain't no I in team lil nigga
Go get some water and come back to this line we ain't finish
We 1 and 9 I think some of em wanna quit
I be tryna tell em lil boys ain't posed to smack they lips
My body be tired as f*ck I been jugglin hella shit
Usually I be late to practice cuz I had to hit a lick
Can't convince me that you real if you have kids that you don't see
What's the point in gainin knowledge of you won't teach?
Ain't got no problem wit police we just don't speak
And til one of us dead ain't no such thing as old beef
If you ain't careful loved ones will treat you like a flunky
You ain't gotta like me I just want you to know you can trust me
How you got Gucci in and still look dusty?
These new niggas a teaspoon away from bein a junkie
I was trippin smokin wit them niggas - everything ain't for everybody
Be careful what you put into yo body
I was puttin meth in a capsule tellin licks it was Molly
20 dollars for half a meme they was shoppin wit jolly
I was servin Cortez and Charlie's not Savannah's and Holly's
It be niggas on hardcore drugs them crackaz love oxys
They craved a high I gave it to em and I made me a profit
When you copped it you knew what you was poppin nigga so stop it
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I parted ways I guess niggas feelin some type of way
I was tryna put in work niggas was tryna play
I peeped the fraudulence I was no longer tryna stay
F*ck all that internet sneak dissin that shit kinda...
I speak my mind what you hearin is what I'm tryna say
Mesha broke my heart so I ain't really tryna date
Tia SnapChatted me that pussy I was tryna taste
Til we linked up in person and that shit kinda stank
I took some loses but I promise I'ma find a way
Rockin wit leaches the reason why I'm behind today
Three empty handed Cali trips I couldn't find the plates
F*ck it next time ain't a visit I'ma just find a place
I learned a lot in 2017 I grew up hella
I put my faith in them niggas cuz I ain't know no better
How you my Day One but I was gone for 9 years
You ain't check on my Mama, send a pack, visit or write a letter
How you gon tax me for a pound and it ain't even pressure?
I hit yo line you ain't answer or call back to check up
I got into it wit my bitch
I needed a place to stay I found a lot and fell asleep in my whip
I swear to god you muthaf*ckaz don't know nothin bout bein real
I swear to god I wish my brother never gotten killed
They say I hustle just like you we was posed to build
Need yo advice they way they took life give me the chills
How you shoot a father dead in front of his daughter?
How you kill him and then shoot his babymama?
How you take the engagement ring and try to pawn it?
All for a couple thousand broke niggas so heartless
I mean I shot a couple niggas I ain't one to judge
I mean I robbed a couple niggas comin out the club
Everybody mature different that was me growin up
I coach 4th graders now but them lil niggas bad as f*ck
Difference between me and you is I'm tryna make a difference
One of em gettin F's in school then all they asses sprintin
Get yo boy together ain't no I in team lil nigga
Go get some water and come back to this line we ain't finish
We 1 and 9 I think some of em wanna quit
I be tryna tell em lil boys ain't posed to smack they lips
My body be tired as f*ck I been jugglin hella shit
Usually I be late to practice cuz I had to hit a lick
Can't convince me that you real if you have kids that you don't see
What's the point in gainin knowledge of you won't teach?
Ain't got no problem wit police we just don't speak
And til one of us dead ain't no such thing as old beef
If you ain't careful loved ones will treat you like a flunky
You ain't gotta like me I just want you to know you can trust me
How you got Gucci in and still look dusty?
These new niggas a teaspoon away from bein a junkie
I was trippin smokin wit them niggas - everything ain't for everybody
Be careful what you put into yo body
I was puttin meth in a capsule tellin licks it was Molly
20 dollars for half a meme they was shoppin wit jolly
I was servin Cortez and Charlie's not Savannah's and Holly's
It be niggas on hardcore drugs them crackaz love oxys
They craved a high I gave it to em and I made me a profit
When you copped it you knew what you was poppin nigga so stop it
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Writer: Justin Hunter
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Performed By: Jose Reece
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: Justin Hunter

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