At work and I'm starting to get these phone calls
Boss buggin', "Why ain't you working"
Might turn my phone off
Looked down
Seen it was Tré, it's about 12:30
This ain't never happened before
He got his brother nervous
I'm rushing tryna get my car keys
Like something's up
I hit the line he hit me from
He answering like, "Nigga come...
Through, they bout to put our grandpapa into the ambulance
I'm trippen
Said I had about 6 months this is scandalous
Hung up the phone and hit my nigga Quan, he answering
Said he with some bitches but they just talkin
It's slandering
I'm probably bout to leave, i got my heart on my sleeve
I'm out here chocking on reality
I really can't breath
Like I just lost my best friend, my brother
I know he watching me
My girl gone too, she right in front of me honestly
Like, my nigga hold up
I see a nigga that's right beside her
I'ma bout to come from behind
You know she like surprises
Like, "Babygirl, what's happening? I ain't heard from you?"
I came back from balling and you been gone about a week or two
A week will do
I missed every morning just waking up to you
Now I'm taking 2 L's; really just tryna keep it cool
Every day I got on my mind
I wonder why the world hate me
Then I realize, I'm facing a blunt for safety
Cause there's 2 types of niggas
A hood nigga and a street nigga
Hood nigga holdin' his block, the street a go getta
Hood nigga do it for his, the street a lone wolf
And probably close that chapter for life
If he ever got booked
That's why there's secrets from the hood
You never heard about
If you never dig deep
You won't get the change in the couch
Won't be a menace but society makes it that
I'll come for everything I deserve, won't be a copycat
Roger that
For whom the bell tolls
Everybody at their low
Have been looking for any reason to go
Either to their grave six feet, or chillen in the penthouse
Some niggas in the big house really ready to get out
And change the world, been working on changing self
For that Nobel Peace prize
I'm clearing space on the shelf
Before the bell ring - I put in work just like a Bell Hop
And file down my losses, like I been running this nail shop
About green, every second is a seizing moment
Love the smell of hard work, talent never beats the aroma
I know some niggas on the corner that will never sleep
Been up for like 30 weeks
Really 'bout it, cause talk is cheap
And they don't really like love
I be with my niggas who will take ya if you try us
I done seen a fiend who was really out here dying
To get his hand on a diamond in the rough
Now you wonder why we be mentally tough
And it's nothing - but a dream and I'm just tryna make it
Out here all alone like I'm naked, feeling forever faded
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At work and I'm starting to get these phone calls
Boss buggin', "Why ain't you working"
Might turn my phone off
Looked down
Seen it was Tré, it's about 12:30
This ain't never happened before
He got his brother nervous
I'm rushing tryna get my car keys
Like something's up
I hit the line he hit me from
He answering like, "Nigga come...
Through, they bout to put our grandpapa into the ambulance
I'm trippen
Said I had about 6 months this is scandalous
Hung up the phone and hit my nigga Quan, he answering
Said he with some bitches but they just talkin
It's slandering
I'm probably bout to leave, i got my heart on my sleeve
I'm out here chocking on reality
I really can't breath
Like I just lost my best friend, my brother
I know he watching me
My girl gone too, she right in front of me honestly
Like, my nigga hold up
I see a nigga that's right beside her
I'ma bout to come from behind
You know she like surprises
Like, "Babygirl, what's happening? I ain't heard from you?"
I came back from balling and you been gone about a week or two
A week will do
I missed every morning just waking up to you
Now I'm taking 2 L's; really just tryna keep it cool
Every day I got on my mind
I wonder why the world hate me
Then I realize, I'm facing a blunt for safety
Cause there's 2 types of niggas
A hood nigga and a street nigga
Hood nigga holdin' his block, the street a go getta
Hood nigga do it for his, the street a lone wolf
And probably close that chapter for life
If he ever got booked
That's why there's secrets from the hood
You never heard about
If you never dig deep
You won't get the change in the couch
Won't be a menace but society makes it that
I'll come for everything I deserve, won't be a copycat
Roger that
For whom the bell tolls
Everybody at their low
Have been looking for any reason to go
Either to their grave six feet, or chillen in the penthouse
Some niggas in the big house really ready to get out
And change the world, been working on changing self
For that Nobel Peace prize
I'm clearing space on the shelf
Before the bell ring - I put in work just like a Bell Hop
And file down my losses, like I been running this nail shop
About green, every second is a seizing moment
Love the smell of hard work, talent never beats the aroma
I know some niggas on the corner that will never sleep
Been up for like 30 weeks
Really 'bout it, cause talk is cheap
And they don't really like love
I be with my niggas who will take ya if you try us
I done seen a fiend who was really out here dying
To get his hand on a diamond in the rough
Now you wonder why we be mentally tough
And it's nothing - but a dream and I'm just tryna make it
Out here all alone like I'm naked, feeling forever faded
Boss buggin', "Why ain't you working"
Might turn my phone off
Looked down
Seen it was Tré, it's about 12:30
This ain't never happened before
He got his brother nervous
I'm rushing tryna get my car keys
Like something's up
I hit the line he hit me from
He answering like, "Nigga come...
Through, they bout to put our grandpapa into the ambulance
I'm trippen
Said I had about 6 months this is scandalous
Hung up the phone and hit my nigga Quan, he answering
Said he with some bitches but they just talkin
It's slandering
I'm probably bout to leave, i got my heart on my sleeve
I'm out here chocking on reality
I really can't breath
Like I just lost my best friend, my brother
I know he watching me
My girl gone too, she right in front of me honestly
Like, my nigga hold up
I see a nigga that's right beside her
I'ma bout to come from behind
You know she like surprises
Like, "Babygirl, what's happening? I ain't heard from you?"
I came back from balling and you been gone about a week or two
A week will do
I missed every morning just waking up to you
Now I'm taking 2 L's; really just tryna keep it cool
Every day I got on my mind
I wonder why the world hate me
Then I realize, I'm facing a blunt for safety
Cause there's 2 types of niggas
A hood nigga and a street nigga
Hood nigga holdin' his block, the street a go getta
Hood nigga do it for his, the street a lone wolf
And probably close that chapter for life
If he ever got booked
That's why there's secrets from the hood
You never heard about
If you never dig deep
You won't get the change in the couch
Won't be a menace but society makes it that
I'll come for everything I deserve, won't be a copycat
Roger that
For whom the bell tolls
Everybody at their low
Have been looking for any reason to go
Either to their grave six feet, or chillen in the penthouse
Some niggas in the big house really ready to get out
And change the world, been working on changing self
For that Nobel Peace prize
I'm clearing space on the shelf
Before the bell ring - I put in work just like a Bell Hop
And file down my losses, like I been running this nail shop
About green, every second is a seizing moment
Love the smell of hard work, talent never beats the aroma
I know some niggas on the corner that will never sleep
Been up for like 30 weeks
Really 'bout it, cause talk is cheap
And they don't really like love
I be with my niggas who will take ya if you try us
I done seen a fiend who was really out here dying
To get his hand on a diamond in the rough
Now you wonder why we be mentally tough
And it's nothing - but a dream and I'm just tryna make it
Out here all alone like I'm naked, feeling forever faded
Writer: Ayron Robinson
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