ian never needed a hand out bro im hurting
ian tryna vent to you i put my pain inside these verses
(mmm)
(na na na na)
(yeah)
ian never needed a hand out migga im hurting
ian tryna vent to you i put my pain inside these verses
i caught u playin in my face like im a lame i stood by your side but i had to change my lane hopped in da beamer baby i feel way cleaner free my bros das locked i feel ya pain yo n i could neva hate das not my name if me and bro hop out da cut ya better pray cause we lettin it spray aint got time for no fake shit i been by my lonely feelin doley i need some one to hold me down for the nights i couldn’t eat ya guys made fun of me trench baby pop out with a k put it to ya face to let you know ion play
we shoot broad day and night (night)we flickin up day and night disrespect you meet this pipe (meet this pipe) wait i can tell you ion like mine switch flow folks tried to pipe fine (what)we got ay kays and glock nines where im from you wouldn’t like mine shordy move ha hips its a fun time tell me what i gotta do to have dat 5 2 shordy with a nice ass we drive real fast (fast) stack up da pape for rainy days why these folks hate(why hate)
(whyy hate)
(fuk da jakes)
(osb)
(aye)
(na na na na na)
(na)
walk out my life but i party like the mavs
drop my set u get popped like the last
watch my mans get put ona t shirt
so im stepping where they teeth hurt (hurt)
when chino pop out da cut everyone get ta buggin
they know that we come from nothing
shoot at our opps ian got nun to lose
push up on me ima brush em off me like the tool on me folks low-key be depressed while it look like I'm at my best
They know they don’t wanna beef with me, owners wanna meet with me
Bad bih, twelve-hour flight to come and sleep with me
She like me 'cause I'm a real street bugga
All I’m sayin' is when it pop, just keep it in the street, bigga
Make a rapper take his clothes off, that boy a male stripper
Try to speak on me to throw it off, these boys still snitchin (na na na na)
(O.S.B)
