Oz

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong Don't stop, Baby baby Don't stop, Baby baby Don't stop, Baby baby Don't stop, Baby baby Okay I never had it still ain't got it, woah But I'm never trippin, never wishin' other niggas into my position Always hated dissin', Always hated fishin' Here I am in the same boat, Tryna stay float Brick by brick like lego, Click click click my way home I been feeling different, shit been getting wicked And my heart been missin', damn Tin can in my right hand but my left hand Ken Griffey I need you to bare with me I went out to sea and I ain't bring the flare with me But believe, I brought the snare with me Can you see, life isn't fair really, but it got fares plenty So no I can't share pennies, I'm collecting my change Now I spend most of my days just writing, recalling when niggas made minimal wage Ironic that I was the one bringing dinner to niggas for me to put food on my plate A couple months later and I'm on a yacht in Miami I'm posted with all of my mates My label was asking for music and I spent my summer just chilling and putting on weight Heavy hitting bitches, niggas getting sicker, then in a minute it hit me like 'wait!' Ain't none of it worth it if momma still workin', the devil be lurking around like a snake But Cole said I'm born as a sinner so somebody tell me the difference that all of it makes, nigga Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong Look I'm feeling better than ever And every vendetta against me grow lesser and lesser with every letter Forgive but I always remember, I'll never forget her She taught me the people that love you can hurt you it don't make it better, or worse For better or worse, my word live forever in verse I'm blessed with the curse of constantly being in search of feeling I'm needed and wanted and nurtured Love and the lust need to merger, gotta stop praying for dollars in worship Under my commas be cursive, all of my problems commercial All of my knowledge is verbal Life is a bitch and you ain't on her list but she'll pick up the pen if you hurt her Niggas be driving around with they learner's, under they Swishas on top of they burners Foot on the pedal inside of the Virgil's they bought with the money they needed for Gerber's Plotting on parking the whip by the Church's to hop out on somebody making a purchase Man, if he took some time to rehearse it then maybe he wouldn't be looking so nervous Maybe his momma stop crying at service The trauma Madonna it Open Your Heart like a surgeon, this ain't a song it's a sermon I'm not the Uno I'm certain, Plotted on drawing your deuce, but the card up my sleeve gon' reverse it, Niggas is begging for mercy, here I am fighting off devilish urges Remember that I had your life in my hands and I gave you a chance but you didn't deserve it, bitch