Let You Know (feat. Cho Money)

I don't understand, you said you'd never leave Told me that you'd be there, but you're lying to me You're always on my mind, and when it's late at night (Gotta give that boy CCM a 100 bands) And when I'm feeling down, I lose all control Emotions keep coming out, I'm tryna let you go So if you wanna talk to me again Don't try to act like we were always friends I just figured that you know Could've caught you at my show CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow We gon' keep it real on this shit, so let me know Lookin' in your eyes, I'm just tryna protect your soul Don't do no hidin I need my front end on my back, bitch, I'm providin Bro hit my phone, come to the stu and put some time in Perfecting my craft, Lord knows that I've been grindin You fuckin' that bitch over there hold on, I'm tryna see what that be like Pull up to the crib, talkin' bout she here Can't take the stairs, the bitch wearing heels Know how I'm bummin' its Free YSL I got some niggas that stuck in the cells Just promise my niggas that we ain't gon' fail Even if I gotta do it myself Get on top of that, hit my phone, I ain't callin' back No, I ain't callin' back On top of your head like a dodgers hat I'm on that shit with my cousin nem Got blood on my hands, I'm rubbin' it Can't trust no nigga, on sucka shit You don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for shit I just figured that you know it CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow Some shit been on my mind and I, I can't ignore it I need some shit, it might be bad, keep me goin At least I ain't sittin' on my ass, bitch, I'm goin Coach try to take me out the game like I ain't scorin My mama told me never get no poor performance So I got shit jumpin' from late night to the morning Get on top of that, hit my phone, I ain't callin' back No, I ain't callin' back On top of your head like a dodgers hat I'm on that shit with my cousin nem Got blood on my hands, I'm rubbin' it Can't trust no nigga, on sucka shit You don't stand for nothin', you gon' fall for shit Gang, you don't stand with us, you gon' die for nun Call hmm, hmm he gon' get it done Catch a rebound off the back board Lil' four' gon' send some for that boy Then we lost Weech, that was my slat boy I just figured that you know Could've caught you at my show CC gave me a chance, so you know that I ain't gon' blow We gon' keep it real on this shit, so let me know Lookin' in your eyes, I'm just tryna protect your soul Don't do no hidin I need my front end on my back, bitch, I'm providin Bro hit my phone, come to the stu and put some time in Perfecting my craft, Lord knows that I been grindin