(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
He run to make a post, we drill him just like A. Rodgers
I had nowhere to run to, I feel like Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like he Tyler, merk ya creator
Come from the hood, no business runnin' 'cause it's on my lap
And niggas goin' fed' just to get they bitches stomach flat
Life's a gamble, they say Cello died shootin' craps
Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball, or we rap
Draco got a elbow while speedin' this Lamborghini
Don't mistake me for these niggas, a hundred just on my beanie
I done did it all without you, feel like I'm sneezing
Tell her 'bout my vision, she ain't believe me, now, I'm on TV
Ayy, f*ck 'round and ran I up my bucks, now, the bitch want me near
Ayy, gotta be another sun somewhere in this world, 'cause it ain't over here
Ayy-ayy, gotta find another way to heal, in stead of fixin' it with broken pills
Ayy-ayy, ain't no love in this game, Lord, I come to you as I f*ckin' kneel
Know you ain't proud of me, it's on your face
I ran up my money, now, these hoes gon' wait
I went out and got more again, but we won't leave a trace, alright
Alright, so tired of fakin' like I'm alright
I never know if it's gon' be alright
Then I hear Angels whisperin', "It's alright"
Only thing my problem is, is I don't feel nothin'
It's like if it don't benefit ya, I won't hear from ya
Undercover hate, they Bill like they Cosby
All my young thugs be servin' white and coppin' Molly
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
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(Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)
Uh
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
He run to make a post, we drill him just like A. Rodgers
I had nowhere to run to, I feel like Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like he Tyler, merk ya creator
Come from the hood, no business runnin' 'cause it's on my lap
And niggas goin' fed' just to get they bitches stomach flat
Life's a gamble, they say Cello died shootin' craps
Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball, or we rap
Draco got a elbow while speedin' this Lamborghini
Don't mistake me for these niggas, a hundred just on my beanie
I done did it all without you, feel like I'm sneezing
Tell her 'bout my vision, she ain't believe me, now, I'm on TV
Ayy, f*ck 'round and ran I up my bucks, now, the bitch want me near
Ayy, gotta be another sun somewhere in this world, 'cause it ain't over here
Ayy-ayy, gotta find another way to heal, in stead of fixin' it with broken pills
Ayy-ayy, ain't no love in this game, Lord, I come to you as I f*ckin' kneel
Know you ain't proud of me, it's on your face
I ran up my money, now, these hoes gon' wait
I went out and got more again, but we won't leave a trace, alright
Alright, so tired of fakin' like I'm alright
I never know if it's gon' be alright
Then I hear Angels whisperin', "It's alright"
Only thing my problem is, is I don't feel nothin'
It's like if it don't benefit ya, I won't hear from ya
Undercover hate, they Bill like they Cosby
All my young thugs be servin' white and coppin' Molly
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
Uh
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
He run to make a post, we drill him just like A. Rodgers
I had nowhere to run to, I feel like Vince Carter
I pull up in a old-school like I'm not able
Bro shoot that heat like he Tyler, merk ya creator
Come from the hood, no business runnin' 'cause it's on my lap
And niggas goin' fed' just to get they bitches stomach flat
Life's a gamble, they say Cello died shootin' craps
Only way we make it out, we hustle, shoot ball, or we rap
Draco got a elbow while speedin' this Lamborghini
Don't mistake me for these niggas, a hundred just on my beanie
I done did it all without you, feel like I'm sneezing
Tell her 'bout my vision, she ain't believe me, now, I'm on TV
Ayy, f*ck 'round and ran I up my bucks, now, the bitch want me near
Ayy, gotta be another sun somewhere in this world, 'cause it ain't over here
Ayy-ayy, gotta find another way to heal, in stead of fixin' it with broken pills
Ayy-ayy, ain't no love in this game, Lord, I come to you as I f*ckin' kneel
Know you ain't proud of me, it's on your face
I ran up my money, now, these hoes gon' wait
I went out and got more again, but we won't leave a trace, alright
Alright, so tired of fakin' like I'm alright
I never know if it's gon' be alright
Then I hear Angels whisperin', "It's alright"
Only thing my problem is, is I don't feel nothin'
It's like if it don't benefit ya, I won't hear from ya
Undercover hate, they Bill like they Cosby
All my young thugs be servin' white and coppin' Molly
Cuban links under my chin, I'm comin' back for revenge, doggone
Wop I been missin' you, friend, it's gettin' hard to pretend, doggone
Oh, left the hood where they sin and I came back in a Benz, doggone
I can do anything I want, but I don't wanna lose
They don't love us 'til we dead and 'til we on the news
So, I go up on these meds until I'm on the moon
Got a lot of money, way too many problems (ayy)
How I'm goin' blind in these Balenciagas? (Ayy)
We gon' tie 'em up, 'specially about a dollar (ayy)
Hope you see the signs, yeah
Writer: Kobe Crawford, Raul Bermejo
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.