On Me (feat. Khalil Jibran)

Why you wanna, why you wann Why you wanna, Why you wanna f*ck with me Tell my momma, tell my mom Tell my momma God must've wanted me I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me I stay out the way of these clout chasers I don’t chase fame, I chase paper Those type of niggaz be cut throats Frenemies, on the low haters That’s why I ask for no favors I’ve realized there’s no saviors But these tens toes, I won’t fold Mashallah I’m this old While my niggaz in the dirt My baby girl is on a shirt Nightmares of puttin in work Lights off in the crib, pride hurt Imagine sleeping wit a gun Instead of a true love one My world is upside down All that with rumors going round And I’m like what These mothafuckas got me fucked up Kick me when I’m down, frowns hidden with a smile I can’t pay attention, gotta hold the fam down Money keep callin, you niggaz just stalling I got a group of niggaz thats all in Forever I been fallin This past year, climbing Tryna change the climate Listen don’t speak, been moving in silence Say what you gotta say, I don’t give a f*ck I can get you touched But it’ll hurt more when a nigga up I’ve had a lil money but it ain’t enough I kill you niggaz if you f*ck it up You know wassup, I keep the burner tuck When jersey on, they gone know it’s us I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me Tired of acting like, I ain't who I know I am Tired of being in the stu till like 4 a.m Tired of trying, tired of being tired Puffing loud to keep them voices quiet Keep me even kill My life's a movie, God is Steven Spiel Im Jack looking for my Jill To find the steepest hill So we can chill Back rubs and long talks, long walks through the park Moon shine bright in the dark, nobody listen when a nigga talk Chill nigga let ya body talk, rain drops clean the body chalk Where they treat black boys like black boards Bullets point through em, what the hell am I doing Reflect, how the hell am I moving Blue pills, blue faces, gotta see new places Gotta be the fuckin greatest, haters hated that I made it Making statements faded, chasing sacred places All my dreams inflated, waiting my time, faith in the grind huh Thinking bout my time like Is it here yet, can I be accepted by my peers yet Nah, o'well, f*ck it, umma just keep going I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me