(Nathaniel London)
[Young Adz:]
Feels like it's me against the world, I'm countin' no one else
Charge it to the game, it turned the boy so cold
I'll beat this baby .9 to make it home to baby girl
'Cause I ain't tryna go before my time, no, no
I cried a million tears in my Amiris
Broksi remind of Allah, keep him near me
Can you heal me? Do you really hear me?
No half-hearted, love, love me sincerely
Young nigga had the cocaine in the drought
Sent it Scotland, but I whipped it up in South
When you park up, make sure your face isn't out
Them youngins caught him lackin', and they chased him down
See every nigga in my city that died
Never knew that mornin' they was gonna die
And they scream, "R.I.P.," but niggas don't ride
Just charge it to the game, that's life
Yeah, can't complain about the game when you signed up
Only gettin' hoes 'cause real girls don't like the lifestyle
My nigga said he's done with broads, we want a wife now
Know a nigga 'bout the murders, but he changed his life 'round
My OG's seen so much fiends, he finds it hard to smile
Told him that he needs to change, but broski in denial
Now we on the yard with the lifers, feelin' down
I wish I could buy a tank so I could free him now
Feels like it's me against the world, I'm countin' no one else
Charge it to the game, it turned the boy so cold
I'll beat this baby .9 to make it home to baby girl
'Cause I ain't tryna go before my time, no, no
I cried a million tears in my Amiris
Broksi remind of Allah, keep him near me
Can you heal me? Do you really hear me?
No half-hearted, love, love me sincerely
[Dirtbike LB:]
Yeah, massage chairs up in the track, it's like a hardhead
Niggas runnin' out of luck, it's been a hard year
I think I'm sick of turnin' up, I know it's part of growin' up
I throw the key to valet, [way to had to?] park it
I ain't got a seatbelt on this car, I'm ridin' S
I think I'm callin' you too much, I'm tryna text
I feel it burnin' in the bottom of my chest
It's them colours lookin' blurry from the diamonds on my neck
My packs stay green, so that ain't me
??? closet twenty-five, Amiri jeans
Too much ice, I'm tryna stop it, got me slidin', drivin' ???
All that pride, they can't stop it, 'cause I'm dyin' for what I belive
Fuck these other bitches, I just put you on a G5
Feel I'm buildin' Rome, I know it's what it seem like
If you was like these hoes, you know, you wouldn't be mine
[Young Adz:]
Feels like it's me against the world, I'm countin' no one else
Charge it to the game, it turned the boy so cold
I'll beat this baby .9 to make it home to baby girl
'Cause I ain't tryna go before my time, no, no
I cried a million tears in my Amiris
Broksi remind of Allah, keep him near me
Can you heal me? Do you really hear me?
No half-hearted, love, love me sincerely
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