Help Again

Yeah, yeah, yeah Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah I can help my grandma, yeah I can help my grandmas, ah yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!) Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again My luck was out of time My girl said we'd never be the same, thought she was lyin' My luck was out of time And I needed new friends, cause the one's I had was lyin' But I looked towards stars like Travis Scott I needed the inspiration, needed the dedication Needed the "Brain-Smart", Dashie, I needed the "Brain-meat" Yeah, yeah, and that bitch wanna come She wanna suck on this meat, yeah, bitch Bitch, stop lyin' Bitch, that's that cryin' Bitch, stop that cryin' I need that cronic And, homie, I thought you was a real one Until I met somebody real than you And they put you on done And, little girl, stop playin' With my feelings, you debatin' With my feelings, you just skatin', all over them Makin' them eggs undone, turnin' them arteries off pump I can't stand that, I be fightin' with you You were the last one I want (Oh no) I don't wanna turn my back against the ones I love But the ones I loved, are the only ones that's gone Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah I can help my grandma, yeah I can help my grandmas, ah yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!) Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again Pulled up on the plug, with my niggas And we smoked a blunt, with my niggas Smoked a black with my niggas You can't see us, Hidden Figures (Nah) Yeah (Nah) And I think that blunt smoke stay still in my lungs Yeah, I'm might adjust the stair in my lungs Yeah, I be smokin' 'round the house, without no strength Yeah, and that weed we smoked got me with, like, no strength Made "Clatt, Blatt, Slatt", my brothers was fighting Made "Took The Spotlight", cause I was dying Made "The Cloud Tape", yeah, I was outta dimes Made "The Cloud Tape", yeah, I was outta dimes My life was at a dead end And my ear can't stand these f*ck niggas just lying (Lying) Bitches just crying, yeah Blatt-Blatt, nigga, guns up, f*ck these lions (Achoo! What you tell these f*ck nigga peons?) And these motherfuckers cheaters, man F*ck these lions, and the cheetas in the jungle They wouldn't want no gun smoke Did this music shit, so I can help my momma, yeah I can help my grandma, yeah I can help my grandmas, ah yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yah!) Save up for Lambo's, so I can see my daddy again Save up for Bentley trucks so I can wreck the skies again Yeah, yeah, I can go through the skies, again So don't lie 'bout who you are Nigga, just sit down, play your role, and do your part Bitch, don't lie 'bout who you are Sit down, and play your role, do your part