Lucas Coly - Numb

Intro: Yeah, Lucas Coly I been tryna keep it a hunnit Not too many niggas gon keep it a hunnit no more That's how I feel every time I meat, you know You ain't bout that fighting imma keep it a hunnit so Chorus: Lately I been feeling like my heart gone She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown Aye, music, money, business I need three phones I can't wait to see my whole fucking team on You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on Verse 1: Aye, lately I been feeling like I'm losing it I can't let em, gotta get it cause I'm too legit I still got a couple people I be cruising with Praying that I never lose them cause I be through with it I don't fuck with music now because It's dumbed down Why the fuck the real niggas get a thumbs down That's why I just stay away and I don't come 'round They say when the prayers go up, blessings come down My brother told me keep on going til I get right Plus I know my time coming, Imma sit tight Damn, it look like cut banana, that's a clique right Shit I'm tryna get some guns I'm tired of fist fights And let a nigga touch her, who bitch I been waiting on it Think my hearts gone, I gotta win and I been praying on it I got situations going on so I don't weigh in on them And I got a ten that fuck with me so I don't play without em Verse 2: Stay up out the dirt, but that shit is in me In my dreams, I be posted with a fucking semi I think the devil playing tricks or he just out to get me That's why I don't fuck with people and I'm very picky Money will give you power but It's known for envy Money will show you how to go from broke to fendy I remember I was down and shit was getting tricky Damn, I was smoking richy now I'm smoking sticky Sometimes I look at life to see It's getting real Damn, I had a lot of friends now It's getting real Just tryna get some hoes now, I'm tryna get a mil Yeah, racked up shawty wonder how I feel He was dissin on the net til I called him out Did his ass like a bitch I had to dog him out This bitch seen it too I wonder if they talking now That's what I do to niggas, see em then I call em out Verse 3: Big bank in my pocket when I walk through Fuck a party nigga play me for a walk through See the pain in my eyes, I'm hard to talk to, shit Aye, how much I gotta pay for them to pop through These niggas fuck with us, so get around like passports Bitch I'm in a foreign 150 on a dashboard Birdie got the lean, he the plug like a black cord Saying he gon pull up on me, pull up get his ass torched Chorus: Lately I been feeling like my heart gone She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown Aye, music, money, business I need three phones I can't wait to see my whole fucking team on You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on