Lyrics: Martin Rafael McCurtis/Terry Sanchez Wallace
Music: Martin Rafael McCurtis/Terry Sanchez Wallace
Loved each other way more than we loved life
Was so close people thought we had a love life
We loved each other way more than we loved life
(Helluva made the beat baby) Still do (Ay **)
I used to be like "I don't need security" (Street bitchs)
I don't want these bitchs thinking' that it's fearin' me (At all)
Told my driver "Be on point", he wasn't hearing' me
Those shots went off, I'm steady callin', you ain't answerin'
You scarin' me (Hello?)
In my city if you winnin', you can't stay
They call bein' broke "real", they call gettin' money "fake"
I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin' at my date
I gave you some food, why you still lookin' at my plate, bitch?
They say they love us, but that love might be hate
I can't really tell the different,
Salt and sugar look the same (It's tricky)
Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake
Look how they tried to do me but got ****ed
Man that jealousy so real, man that hate so deep
Man that envy shit so real, you make it out the streets
You saw it wasn't me and still shot, what she do to you?
We was just winnin', now I'm cryin' at your funeral
But every tear I shed's another thousand on your head, bitch
Now show your face and think I'm playin'
Every tear I shed's another thousand on your head, boy
Now show your face and think I'm playin'
Ayy **, I wish I was sittin' outside with you
And I was in that bank with you
You know your favorite rapper
Wouldn't have never let them guys get you
I would've shot 'em, left 'em dyin', leakin' the street
Wouldn't have ran,
Would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
And you think they came for her?
Man you know they came for me
They took my heart and brains, bitchs know that I can't think
How I'm playin' with these drugs, bitchs know I'm like Tay Keith
Eye's bloodshot red, bitchs know I ain't been sleepin'
But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep
All this anger inside make it hard to grieve
Ayy, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe
All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep
They found a murder weapon, bro, it's got' be hard to beat
First offer 50 years so it's hard to plea, ayy
And if they do somethin' to us then they known for it
But if we do somethin' to them, then we run for it
**** that, if you take mines, I take yours homie
Then gon' pray to the Lord "Don't be hard on me"
Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie
And be like "God, please don't be too hard on me"
If we tear this shit up, they gon' say I'm dead wrong
**** that, these bitchs got my aunty with a headstone
Bitchs tell me what they do like they smart as me
But they ain't take your heart from you,
They took my heart from me
I got one last person that wantin' more from me
Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me
I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
I got your baby, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too
I got your sister and your mommy and your fam' too
How the **** you gon' die on me? I can't stand you
I pray they do't go to jail, I want 'em dead
I'm just listenin' to the streets, hearin' everything they sayin'
I'm just waitin' on a name, I'm just prayin' that they say it
Give a **** if it's the Mayor, bitch, million on his head, ayy, ayy
Wish I can wake up and beat your ass
'Cause I was just tellin' you about the dreams I had
Ayy, bitchs clutch my heart on my chest, can't nobody replace it
Wouldn't have ever believed you was ****in' with your baby
"Make sure Tee good" is all I ever heard you sayin'
Tryna hold my head, I don't know if I'ma make it
This shit been eatin' me
I don't know what you seen in me, but you believed in me
Tell them "Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace"
You drop mines, I drop yours, homie
You drop one, I drop four, homie
Then be like "God, please don't be too hard on me"
God please don't close the door on me