Letter to Cor3y/How I Been
Kartier Dub
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How, how Ain't seen you in a minute How, how Ain't seen you in a minute How, how Ain't seen you in a minute How, how We brothers for life, admit it Look at you, brother, you winning You got you a crib, a whip, a bitch, that's holding you down, she with it Looking back, isn't this what we dreamed of Breaking down in my room, don't know when I'll see ya We was running this shit for real You was my brother from another mother, I'm just keeping it real Nobody was fucking with you, yeah, I got your back And I know you got mine still We was fucking up the city Bonding over bitches, trying to make our hearts heal Look at us, look at us, look at us now Look at us, look at us now Look at us, look at us now Look at us, look at us now These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming And my homies keep on telling me I got demons I can't see them, but I feel them This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real Fell in love with the drugs Fell in love with the lifestyle I don't give a f*ck, I'm a thug Most of my homies be bout that They gon' rob your ass for a dub Most of my homies be bout that They gon' pull up on you with the pump They be like, what the f*ck This shit be fucking up my head I don't even know you bum ass bitches, but you want me dead I'm living rent-free in your head I spend a bag and I'm making a check Her head crazy, bitch, like Pez Me and my homie pull up on the scene, we making a mess I said, baby, just look at my jeans, they be True Only designer clothes on me Pussy boy rocking that Fruit of the Loom I walk up in Saks and then go on a spree It's crazy what money can motherfucking do Got a Chrome Heart tee, with a Moncler beanie Balaclava, bitch, you can't see me Times Square looks so damn pretty Ride around, bitch, I feel like Biggie Just can't wait to be back in my city All of my homies be right there with me Maybe one day when I blow the f*ck up We all come back and do this shit, litty Maybe one day when I blow the f*ck up We could travel the world like a hippie But for right now These drugs fucking up my appetite, can't eat shit When I'm in my zone, can't sleep, feel like I'm dreaming And my homies keep on telling me I got demons I can't see them, but I feel them This probably the best that I've felt in a while, for real I got a drop on a opp, we gon' knock them off, we gon' slide for real I just be thumbing the racks, smoking on gas, yeah, I'm high for real I really turned into the man, that's what they saying, yeah, it's my time for real Yeah, that's how I been, bro That's how shit been going, it's alright How you been though, let me know Hit me back
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