Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Help Me, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song MMM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy Entertainment
Song language: English
Help Me |
Last night was like my last night |
High as fuck behind the wheel, I almost crashed twice |
And when you worth half a bill people mad nice |
But when that money go that’s when all the hunnies go |
Everything was wonderful until we ended under scope |
On the corner, Air Force One, Polo to bubble coats |
We was selling dope |
I had a key looking like I had a ton of coke |
Cause I would never let me see me sweat |
See me stress, no even bet |
We was up 24 for that paper like CVS |
Cause they was playing checkers, they really believe in chess |
We jump pawns, knock down queens and screamin', «check» |
Cause I was runnin with Big, you was doin it small |
I was building a bridge, you was hoping it’d fall |
Cop cook and collect, raise a coke and a straw |
We been getting this money, these bitches know who we are |
I’m from a hood where 14 bricks |
Will have your homie try and do you like Po did Mitch |
I used to go to my chicks spot like, «hold this brick» |
Young nigga told me I’m old, I said, «old and rich» |
Then I said, «you better pray you make it old as this» |
And when you catch a case, boy, don’t spill them bowl of grits |
And niggas they break fast when that toaster lick |
And ain’t no Instagram when they postin' pics |
Just a bulletin board circling him and his boys |
Wasn’t ready to lace boots and had Timberlands on |
I got paper wasn’t doin what all these niggas was doin' |
I hit the road and I was going wherever Benji was goin' |
We ate the whole cake crumbs 'til the Entamens gone |
Made history at night and reminisce in the mornin |
I’m talkin ten years before Dre put Eminem on |
Before Roc and G-Unit we had Kiss and them on |
I’m talkin more Styles than P before Biggie was gone |
And almost twenty years later still Biggie we mourn |
Baby baby, yeah, baby baby |
Yeah, these harlem streets raised me |
Mama know she made me a million dollar baby |
Look at me now, shit’s crazy |
Water rising fast, I’m sinkin' |
Water rising fast, I’m sinkin' |
Drift and I’m so far away from shore |
So unsure, so unsure |
Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody |
Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me |
La Cosa Nostra, move like we’re supposed to |
Rich like Oprah, bitch, hold the toaster |
We in the Benz Sprinter right on the sofa |
Inside’s cream, the outside’s mocha |
Coffee color, I buy a bitch a fur coat to match the yorkie color |
Of course he rugged, mean dreams that haunt a brother |
Still haunt me |
Facing times square nigga, you can’t taunt me |
I’m a rocket, you can’t launch me |
Gift of soul, drift cool rides along me |
Go ahead and Diddy Pop |
Flying through a city block sittin' in a pretty drop |
Acting like a idiat, yeah, I mean idiot |
Millions on these diamonds, shit, lookin hidious |
But I know my mind probably came from the pyramids |
And I’m in a zone on my own, be clear of it |
Water rising fast, I’m sinkin' |
Water rising fast, I’m sinkin' |
Drift and I’m so far away from shore |
So unsure, so unsure |
Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody |
Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me |