Lyrics:
everyday and I just can't wait
To make mo money, cause back in the days
when I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the microphone, and show
these wrongs right
We took the stairs
Now we take flights
Had a momma and pops
To help me navigate
So how I still get lost
And make it home late
What you
friends
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Bouncin' around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me
Feel a little outta place as of recent
And baby I know you, gon’ do, what you say you wanna do
If I do the same I’m wrong, I’m wrong, wrong
I be
Did I do something wrong?
I live by the law of attraction, I want what I'm after
I probably should figure that out
I'm in love with distraction
Shit it's Friday, I just want some ass in the bitch
Can't be mad at me, I'm just doing what niggas do
Got kids by him, she wanna be the niggas boo?
to my soul
I said that bitch there did me wrong she left me all alone
I said I did what you was post to do
and that's why I can't even be mad at you
I
ever slipping I fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
So when the light turns
slipping I'm fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
And when the light turns green, I
street, and shit, you knew what I was on
And while that nigga out and gone, shit, you was loungin' in my home
Shit, I even let you meet my mama and y'all
wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do
They're always popping their cork-
I'll fix that line-
The cops, the cabbies,
ain’t telling me shit
I did it all by myself
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah you niggaz know what’s up
I did it all by myself, I did it all by myself
I did
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
solemn oath, he said, Allah is the witness over what we
Have said
And he said, O my sons, do not enter by one gate, but enter by different gates
And I
(Brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin' too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I'm going for
I'ma take care of mine.
You can believe that, for real.
You know what you did was wrong
But still, life still goes on
You wasn't my daddy, daddy
wanna break you down I wanna help
Girl, I wanna cha cha slide, I wanna dance
You don't like the streets they cold you by yourself
Tryna do me wrong gone
the work that I did that night and what went wrong,
To get a rider caught
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched
Every 2
?
Okay, I did what I did because you did what you did
But what did you do though?
What you mean what I did? I did me because you did you
But what did you
Playboy on this bitch but
He ain't playin' though
Go, now I can't be saved
No matter what I do they say that I'm wrong
Everybody postin' shit that
humanity
So, why don't you care about me?
So I know you don't care about me
I'm just a nigga walking down the street
The brother did nothing wrong,
But now
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
)
That maybe I'm wrong and I've made a mistake
(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
By letting you go so far away
(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
Oh,
I guess it's fuck me
Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Tell me, what did I do wrong
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