Just For You (feat: Willie The Kid)

I'll die for you, I'd lie too I'll even a change my wicked ways I'd do anything you want me to do, but don't say it I'd kill for you, but I can't die for you, I keep it fly for you, I keep it real with you Now let's converse, what's the real issue? Earn your stripes and you can feel official Initially you feel offended, then you comprehend it I cop Fendi cop her hair, rare bags for the baddies Meijer brand baggies Rubber bands hit the clubs down in Cincinnati, it's senseless, relentless pursuit, you chatty patty I'm fuckin' with you, weekends, used to brunch with you I'm still fuckin' with you, but I don't fuck with you It's complicated, meanwhile the sex exceptional, less is more, yet and still I got the best of you, listen Niggas fightin' over bitches, bitches fightin' over niggas that they share with other bitches Postin' pictures Talkin' shit in the captions, jabs subliminal You know the city too small with all the issues too I ride with you if you wrong or right But if you wrong I'll let you know in private I hold it down despite I like private resorts, luggage designer shorts I'm trippin' for hood bitches on that Taylor Port Airports, I can fly for you, I keep it live, I can't die for you, but I'mma ride for you I'll die for you, I'll I'd lie too I'll even a change my wicked ways I'd do anything you want me to do, but don't say it I be at them coffee shops, not the local gambling spot Maybe do a VIP, but then you probably notice me Very intellectual, oyster perpetual Niggas out here perpetratin', tryin' to come stand next to you I only validate myself, don't ask me about no one else Guess they wanna tell you now , should've kept it to yourself Never would've tell you first, always when it went worse Defeats the whole purpose, it's a circus, could've spared your hurt I be needing help too, favors owed quite a few Mostly cause niggas does what most niggas do My resume's my repertoire, never stayed in Shangri-La AK's and Special Ops, and notice ain't an avatar Everything I spit is real, put that on my electric bill My daughter got on every light, said it helps her sleep at night My Stick under the pillow like Quick on Harlem Nights Garbage cans and alley fights, never ran but taking flights, The Heights I'll die for you, I'd lie too I'll even a change my wicked ways I'd do anything you want me to do, but don't say it I'll die for you What'd I do What'd I do I'll die for you Oh baby What'd I do