Back Against The Wall

I'm like father, father, Lord, can you hear me Hear me calling your name I just want the money, f*ck her feelings I just really want her brain Cause we want a hundred bands, not a hundred friends I've been grinding so long, now it's time for me to win Got my back against the wall, they beg for me to fall I gotta hold on, no I gotta stand tall Now even though I sin, I still want them Benjamins I had niggas on my right that turned into frenemies Hit a lil bitch in one night, and now she on that goofy shit And he might ride around with that pipe But he don't plan on using it At this point, I mean, I just can't win I got more love for these other folks than I got for my own kin Say they got me through whatever, but they can't even hold they ten I got trust issues, just in case you was wondering I can't f*ck with you I got the city on my back, and that shit getting heavy And yeah, you told me that you love me But that shit is deadly I wish that I could turn back time And we could do it different And when she told me that she hate me, I think she really meant It Smiling at your phone when you texting me I really wish that I could have you right there sexing me And when we f*ck around, you really bring the best the best in me Yeah, your love is rare, but I just really want the recipe Want the recipe Yeah, your love is rare, but I just really want the recipe I just really want the recipe Yeah, you really see the best in me