Lyrics:
acting like niggas is still on a farm
Big cannon in my arm
I think I'm Wilder
Big dread when I ball
I think I'm Crowder
Uncle Shannon with the drip
Always
my room
It's like flowers and mint gum
She smell like perfume
She's my dirty laundry when we hide beneath the covers
And I don't just think I like her
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
I do not care 'bout it
Don't know what to say about it
I do not care bout it
Imma let the choppa to care about it
She's insecure bout it
He's
to me
She doesn't always agree (that's what I need)
I need a girl who doesn't flex like a yeti (that's what I need)
I need someone who's gonna stand by
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
I don't really
I don't really care what you think
Care what you think yeah care what you think
Y'all tryna lock me down but imma break the chain ya
She thinks I still care
Just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by
the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she
Honduras that's the primo
This is for YB, Mage Milly and Lino
I wish I would've spoke more sense into Shannon
She'll prolly still be here and wouldn't
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
the cops and opps
I'm Shannon Sharp in it
Can't shoot in the air
Because I'm aiming for where the target is
Racks up on your head
Know some shooters that
'm just sittin' here resting my bones
Ow, I still want her. Because I want her so much, we were happy together
Until she ran away again, and I was sad,
fate stands undefeated
So I can't help but think these things that happen have a meaning
Patience as I'm pacing, slow and steady, easy Jesus
But that
stress you"
But she don't even know that I'm depressed too
Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)
Most of my homies died,
I'm just acting, will a reaper get my soul straight
BMC, I'm just a product of a cold place
A son ain't get to meet his mother cause she doing drugs
outside her flat but she's no longer there
And the tears scald your eyes as you think of her hair
In the photo they sent you of her wedding day
You
no tip
See so many blues she gone think that we crips
It ain't no crossing that line they waited my fall but I still be standing
I said fuck a hand out
a bitch I knew on the avenue
She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
And she was guaranteed to give a motherfucker whatever
But I don't care I know she's lying to herself But she doesn't realize Now I'm in pain But I still hope she'll come back to me oh Sometimes I think I
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
anywhere
Hit you on the cell yeah just to see if there's still feeling there
If I'm in a cell yeah would you trip girl would you even care
Can't be by myself
I be tryna tell y'all
Despite what you might think, I'm still human
Mothafuckas be telling me I'm fucked up
But I ain't fucked up about it
Know what
someone else's name
You think I don't notice that nothing's the same...anymore
(Repeat Chorus)
And I wonder will you still love me?
Did you ever love me,
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