Lyrics:
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
the right work
We let it fly on a leash call it kite work
Uh, ex broke my heart and it type hurt
I compensated by fucking her sister
Then I pulled off in
town
I walk daily past my previous homes
Ten years of all this dust can add a sepia tone
It was chocolate blunt wraps and Spinrilla
I was busy learning
Same ol fake life you had to stay
Please don’t come around and hang out with me today
If you ever had a good friend like me it’s your loss ..you better
Candles burning on the counter top
Jasmine incense the aroma from the corner shop
Must be something in the air
But honestly it's probably
The second
the back of my hand
I know, that I'm too self-aware
Called me, told me I should be more relevant
Are we, friends or is this just the end of it
Sorry, I know
ever loosing
But then you said you still see me as a friend
We can’t be friends because it hurts if you with another man
Bitches be steady telling me
Sometimes
Sometimes
Those were sometimes
Those were sometimes
Those were sometimes
I remember when I said I'd be close to biggie
Started
tell that they doubted me
When I look at myself and I look at my friends I can see something special inside of me
When I made it to school always late
lost three friends
Early mornin', brainstormin'
Normally I can't sleep in
Sometimes I just wanna restart it
But it all depends
If I'ma be that same young
friends sometimes say
But I believe I believe that a woman should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside to see you treat me so unkind
Somebody
friends sometimes say
But I believe I believe that a woman should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside to see you treat me so unkind
Somebody
friends sometimes say
But I believe I believe that a woman should be loved that way
But it hurts me so inside to see you treat me so unkind
Somebody
running back, the way I control it
And she be tryna fuck a rapper, I ain't no rapper baby, I'm a poet
She like boy, you think you hot? Shit, I'm like, girl,
Sometimes it be hard to think about
Money keep coming but so does the problems
So promise me, you won't let me down
Uh-huh
(Hmm)
Look at all this money we
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
Ahhhhhh Ya
I really want to find new friends I swear I do, I do
I know I got all this pain but i’ll make it through, through
Sometimes It feels like
the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I
curry cuz you know I'm so hot
Like Thompson I make it wet and you know that's a fat bet
I'm ready bitch so bring it on
Beat the beat like donkey Kong
But
(You know what I call that?)
(Melted snicker)
(You know why I call it that)
(It's hot bars son, It's hot bars)
Trey back (Huh)
On the top of the wave
around, you can never stay in town
You can never be surrounded by the love that you deserve
Cause you it only really hurts
When try to force yourself to be
so long to see
If I was gonna give him all of me
But that's where I wanted to be
But then again
I remember the talk I had with my friends
don't wanna be
Don't wanna think
Think to much about those things
Losing friends
In the way
I learned to be
Alone with myself
I gave it sometime
Gave it
eighty-eight spray painted black
With fake leather seats from Warren's
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes
On a hot desert night it is still
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