Who was Dere to help a nigga out
Who was Dere when I was in a drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Take a long time
I gotta get this money
Bitch I gotta stack a check
Stay on my grind
Ian een playing
Bitch I gotta be the best
So I'm
Going so hard Through the trails and The test
Going so hard never sleep ain't no Rest
All I ever write is my pain and my Stress
But Ian even tripping cause ik that I'm blessed
Yeen gotta say it cause ik I'm up next
Yeen gotta fear me but I'm coming at ya neck
Yeen gotta feel me but I'm beating Out ya chest
Yeen een notice u just shot you in The head
Hit you with the blast now ya brain Cells dead
Imma make it last like Motzar did
Do this for the nights I was cold with No bed
Sleeping on the couch and park Benches
Imma tell My story cause Ik what I did
I can see the outcome of the life that I Live
Swerving in a Audi with the 8 ball Gear
All blacked out with the space jam rims
Made it out the drought wit no pain And no fear
Imma make a bill by the time I'm 26
I'm up on my wayne and drake type Shit
Young with some money call it young money bitch
Gone
Who was Dere to help a nigga out
Who was Dere when I was in a Drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was sleeping in bandos
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was selling percs for the low
Ian see nun of y'all happy faces
When I was low
Now I'm seeing everybody smilling faces
Now I'm stacking up my dough
Used to go and pick the casses up
And then i drop em off at the store
Pull up on yo bitch flash my grill
Bet she turn into a straight hoe
Nigga you ain't popping
Nigga you ain't mobbing
What the f*ck is you dropping
Nigga you ain't gang
Nigga you don't bang
What the f*ck is you saying?
Ride around with them things
Cock it back let it bang
And yo bitch wanna hang
Sorry baby but you can't
O.g. astro in his lane
Watch Me do some big things
I'mma be on TV
With the Grammy
Walking straight across the stage
O.G. Astro
O.G. Astro - Familiar Feelings Lyrics
O.G. Astro - Familiar Feelings Lyrics
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Who was Dere to help a nigga out
Who was Dere when I was in a drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Take a long time
I gotta get this money
Bitch I gotta stack a check
Stay on my grind
Ian een playing
Bitch I gotta be the best
So I'm
Going so hard Through the trails and The test
Going so hard never sleep ain't no Rest
All I ever write is my pain and my Stress
But Ian even tripping cause ik that I'm blessed
Yeen gotta say it cause ik I'm up next
Yeen gotta fear me but I'm coming at ya neck
Yeen gotta feel me but I'm beating Out ya chest
Yeen een notice u just shot you in The head
Hit you with the blast now ya brain Cells dead
Imma make it last like Motzar did
Do this for the nights I was cold with No bed
Sleeping on the couch and park Benches
Imma tell My story cause Ik what I did
I can see the outcome of the life that I Live
Swerving in a Audi with the 8 ball Gear
All blacked out with the space jam rims
Made it out the drought wit no pain And no fear
Imma make a bill by the time I'm 26
I'm up on my wayne and drake type Shit
Young with some money call it young money bitch
Gone
Who was Dere to help a nigga out
Who was Dere when I was in a Drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was sleeping in bandos
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was selling percs for the low
Ian see nun of y'all happy faces
When I was low
Now I'm seeing everybody smilling faces
Now I'm stacking up my dough
Used to go and pick the casses up
And then i drop em off at the store
Pull up on yo bitch flash my grill
Bet she turn into a straight hoe
Nigga you ain't popping
Nigga you ain't mobbing
What the f*ck is you dropping
Nigga you ain't gang
Nigga you don't bang
What the f*ck is you saying?
Ride around with them things
Cock it back let it bang
And yo bitch wanna hang
Sorry baby but you can't
O.g. astro in his lane
Watch Me do some big things
I'mma be on TV
With the Grammy
Walking straight across the stage
O.G. Astro
Who was Dere when I was in a drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Take a long time
I gotta get this money
Bitch I gotta stack a check
Stay on my grind
Ian een playing
Bitch I gotta be the best
So I'm
Going so hard Through the trails and The test
Going so hard never sleep ain't no Rest
All I ever write is my pain and my Stress
But Ian even tripping cause ik that I'm blessed
Yeen gotta say it cause ik I'm up next
Yeen gotta fear me but I'm coming at ya neck
Yeen gotta feel me but I'm beating Out ya chest
Yeen een notice u just shot you in The head
Hit you with the blast now ya brain Cells dead
Imma make it last like Motzar did
Do this for the nights I was cold with No bed
Sleeping on the couch and park Benches
Imma tell My story cause Ik what I did
I can see the outcome of the life that I Live
Swerving in a Audi with the 8 ball Gear
All blacked out with the space jam rims
Made it out the drought wit no pain And no fear
Imma make a bill by the time I'm 26
I'm up on my wayne and drake type Shit
Young with some money call it young money bitch
Gone
Who was Dere to help a nigga out
Who was Dere when I was in a Drought
Nigga was you sellin pills
Did you try to make a mill
Nawl bra ion think you did
When shit got real
You turn face and hid
Me I grind through everything I did
So I grind for everything I got
Cause ik I got a higher spot
And ik it takes a whole lot
But its hard for me to hold on
So I tell myself to be strong
Keep faith and never loose sight
Cause the prize is dead in yo eye
And ik it takes along time
And ik I got a short time
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was sleeping in bandos
Who was there to help a nigga out
When I was selling percs for the low
Ian see nun of y'all happy faces
When I was low
Now I'm seeing everybody smilling faces
Now I'm stacking up my dough
Used to go and pick the casses up
And then i drop em off at the store
Pull up on yo bitch flash my grill
Bet she turn into a straight hoe
Nigga you ain't popping
Nigga you ain't mobbing
What the f*ck is you dropping
Nigga you ain't gang
Nigga you don't bang
What the f*ck is you saying?
Ride around with them things
Cock it back let it bang
And yo bitch wanna hang
Sorry baby but you can't
O.g. astro in his lane
Watch Me do some big things
I'mma be on TV
With the Grammy
Walking straight across the stage
O.G. Astro
Writer: Christopher Pearson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid