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Wylin
GNipsey; Millyz
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It get lonely when you chasin' dreams
All that love for you feel make-believe
Real players that take it to the hoop before we take a plea
How the fuck could they critique when I'm here tryna beat the streets?
The way I walk down on them drops, the way I walk down on these beats
Loyalty over love, cause when the love go low, y'all tend to teach
Us on how to be there, good or bad, you know that shit run deep
Blood that get in water, when it hit the surface, it's gon' seep
In the dark, blood runnin' through my mind, now I can't even sleep
And the rain tears runnin' down my cheek
But smile hard to hide it all
The shit I hate the most, when people say
You need me, then just call
Cause I can't, every time I try to, you niggas let me fall
When you in need, it's me that's there
When I'm in need, no one at all
The real wreck is if I quit right now, who the fuck gon' ball?
The real wreck is if I'm gone, who gon' take care of my moms?
Who got the heart to lose it all and jump out on the drum?
Who else gon' try to get us rich by writin' out these songs?
Nobody, who gon' throw they goals away and blow about it?
One broke-ass child just cause he ain't die
Ain't no one wrote about it
Just me, Bert, two of the lil' bros tryna take a soap out it
I love them all, but in reality, I don't need nobody
This pain I'm speakin' on run deep, it's for the sliders
We be outside when shit get scary, we ain't hidin'
I got fly shit on all the time, feel like a pilot
Know not to call me cause they know that I be wildin'
You know that we be wildin', my head is masked up
We ain't even got no virus
I ball with 30 shots for real, no, she wildest
I keep it on me cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
They love you when you goin' and hate you when you breathin'
Fleet black truck swervin' on a major deacon
Had to kick her out the spot, she tried to stay the weekend
Walked out with my jewelry, every place the weavers
Thirty pairs of white Forces, black Beamers, white Porsches
10-5, light Taurus, cross the line, we might fall
Street's ugly, life's gorgeous, no flowers, no florist
Three thousand pounds in the crib, look like a whole forest
Trenches, I'm most comfortable, kick my feet up casual
Careful when they come for you, the feds'll take your fat away
Suckers dissin' me on records, talkin' reckless
But I actually done been to war with killers
I can't worry about no rappers
We somethin' about the street life
Talk about them streets, you know, runnin' from the police
Runnin' from 12, gettin' money, that's what we like
They put us under the table, we're in the backseat
This pain I'm speakin' on run deep, it's for the sliders
We be outside when shit get scary, we ain't hidin'
I got fly shit on all the time, feel like a pilot
Know not to call me, cause they know that I be wildin'
I be wildin', you know that we be wildin'
My haters masked up, we ain't even got no virus
I ball with 30 shots for real, no machine wallets
I keep it on me, cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
I keep it on me, cause them haters keep on pilin', oh
I keep it on me