| Tell me why I’m waiting for someone
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| That couldn’t give a fuck about me
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| No, I wouldn’t-
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| HeyTaewon
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| Tell me why I’m waiting for someone
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| That couldn’t give a fuck about me (Aye)
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| No, I wouldn’t-
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| I been getting used to praying, tryna thank Him every morning
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| Six figure dollar deals but still risk it like I ain’t important
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| 'Member grippin' on the Taurus cuz G man’s couldn’t afford it
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| Saying wish somebody well so I leave him inside that forest
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| And we about that action like a bird now
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| This all certain now, 'member shootouts flipped the house
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| Now I could say I’m from the birds now
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| Thuggin' all a sudden like he was never just a nerd now
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| Got folks through sentences like they writing a bunch of words down
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| It’s crazy, used to be broke now I ain’t foolin' shit
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| Hating on, that’s how they was doing it when I was homeless
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| Got kicked outside my mama crib, I did a lot of shit
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| For these gang signs that we throwin' up did a lot of skish
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| Aye, damn I had a lot of problems
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| Started taking different drugs thinking that it’ll solve 'em |
| Risk your life put on the line that’s what’s love to me
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| Suckas try to kill me, pistol glued I got it stuck to me
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| Sometimes I cry when I’m alone cuz this shit that deep
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| I know some folks who got smoked thinking it’s rap beef
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| Aye, nigga thinking it’s rap beef
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| Know some folks who got smoked cuz they thinking that shit, aye
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| Really known inside my city, I can’t leave without my glicko
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| I been biting down my lip, police doing sweeps and these RICOs
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| I might just be on my sound, fit in with none of these people
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| They saying hate is poison but love is what really kills you
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| And on my daughter life I seen it couple times
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| It made my mama cry a couple times, I had to slide
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| I put tears in my mama eyes
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| Southside, who would’ve thought that I’d be traumatized
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| Wish upon a star, I wish my patners could come back to life
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| It’s devastating, Glock could do magic the way it levitating
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| Tryna make it right with God but lately I been next to Satan
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| I been spending bands on all my fits so I could feel lil famous
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| Mama said these drugs killing me slowly, prolly why I still take 'em |
| Damn, misunderstood is what I feel like
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| I been getting close to folks not from the hood but show me real life
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| And when I leave my home and hit the road forget 'bout real life
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| Then I look back at my bros getting my most snap back to real life
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| This real life
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| Tell me why I’m waiting for someone
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| That couldn’t give a fuck about me
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| No, I wouldn’t-
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| Tell me why I’m waiting for someone
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| That couldn’t give a fuck about me
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| No, I wouldn’t- |