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T H E H A L F (I N T E R L U D E)
by LA Ryda
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You don't even know the half of the shit I've been through
Bitches crossed me, but they say they never meant to
Niggas talkin down, that's some shit I cannot sit through
God say I'm free at last, I wonder if that shit true
Cops tryna kick a nigga ass, like Jiu Jitsu
Locked up, they won't let me out
Caged in with the owls
This that OVO wrapped around my pencil
Shit been on my mental
Remember when this life was so simple
Way before the checks bounced
Way before the rent due
Life got me stressed out
Cruisin down Central
I never took the best route
Bitches got they ass out
Niggas got they hands out
What you want, a hi 5?
Niggas think we friends now just cuz you a fan?
Nigga don't offend me, play it cool, don't get pressed out
Peter Pan never had a pot to piss in
Long nose raise up, then we smash out
Put your hands where I could see
If you throw yo rock and hide yo hand, bet not rock with me
You ain't met a blood or a crip, you got a lot to see
On my way up young bull, ain't no stoppin me
You don't know the half of it
Back stuntin on you lil niggas fresh out of poverty
And my niggas put it all on me
On the road to them riches, told my lil niggas follow me
You don't know the half of the shit I've been through
All the love letters that I sent you
Tell me did they get to you?
I don't know what I did to you
Thinking back on all this love I should've gave to you
But I only gave you half of me, yea
You movin on, and that shit baffle me
You good to me, but you bad for me, yea
You don't even know the half of the shit I've been through
Bitches crossed me, but they say they never meant to
Niggas talkin down, that's some shit I cannot sit through
God say I'm free at last, I wonder if that shit true
Cops tryna kick a nigga ass, like Jiu Jitsu
Locked up, they won't let me out
Caged in with the owls
This that OVO wrapped around my pencil
Shit been on my mental
Remember when this life was so simple
Way before the checks bounced
Way before the rent due
Life got me stressed out
Cruisin down Central
I never took the best route
Bitches got they ass out
Niggas got they hands out
What you want, a hi 5?
Niggas think we friends now just cuz you a fan?
Nigga don't offend me, play it cool, don't get pressed out
Peter Pan never had a pot to piss in
Long nose raise up, then we smash out
Put your hands where I could see
If you throw yo rock and hide yo hand, bet not rock with me
You ain't met a blood or a crip, you got a lot to see
On my way up young bull, ain't no stoppin me
You don't know the half of it
Back stuntin on you lil niggas fresh out of poverty
And my niggas put it all on me
On the road to them riches, told my lil niggas follow me
You don't know the half of the shit I've been through
All the love letters that I sent you
Tell me did they get to you?
I don't know what I did to you
Thinking back on all this love I should've gave to you
But I only gave you half of me, yea
You movin on, and that shit baffle me
You good to me, but you bad for me, yea
