TFE Sheedo - Woah

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Been going through some shit, I just ain't speaking too much
And I ain't feeling for no J, I feeling for double cups
The first time I poured up wit CJ, I had bubble guts
But that's memories, some shit I just don't talk 'bout too much
Shawty showin' me some fuck up shit, it make me feel a way
And it hurt me to the core, just to throw my stain away
Find me something better so I ain't tripping on that anyway
She like my accent, she telling me she "feeling the kid"
Ain't been myself in some months, I just ain't been sayin' shit
Gon' go down the realist, the most solid it get
She hold me down, I can't diss her even if she quit on the kid
Sit and think 'bout times I hold my dawgs down and I ain't think twice
But they would only cry if I lose my life
Was up plenty times but I give 'cause of the real in me
And I ain't never been no bitch 'cause of the G in me
Remember I used to be mad with my old man for leaving me
OG never deserve the shit I give her tryna deal with me
But they still had me, I ain't trippin' bout shit honestly
Chosen one, and I feeling like a prodigy
You never been there when I need you, why you calling me
And they ain't into beefing, them niggas coppin' out
Fuck a bly, I tryna mash you when you with ya spouse
And I ain't like no man but niggas tryna take me out
She wasn't a freak 'fore I meet her, I had to turn her out
My baby stress out to the max, she saying that I burned her out
Sheedo a magician, he getting gold from out a drought
And he get bars out of thin air, without a doubt
Them jokers big capping, speaking on me for some clout
Woah
I just flipped the pack in couple hours, gotta reup soon
Fall sleep with shawty but I had to buss a play by noon
They love my posts on the 'net, young nigga droppin jewels
All my lyrics fire like my mouth is a lava pool
I in the streets and still getting three points in school
Shawty trip over me, Sheedo making her mouth drool
Woah, I can't wait 'til I lit as fuck doin' shows
Hustling on a daily, I ain't trippin bout no hoes
Coming from the bottom, remember seeing roaches on the stove
I was rollin' with the punches, had to hold me couple blows
And I stayin' level, I on the heavy dro
Top figure, droppin' hits and that been a fact
She want me and twin, she want hang with the men in black
The Mob locked in blood, if you ain't wit' it get to stepping
Shawty got me lovestruck, need love and affection
Fuck that shit, I need a pound of dro and a new necklace
Put you on merch all year, jackets, t-shirts and sweaters
Youse a rat pussy nigga, youse a teller
Jay-Z need to sign me, but I do not rock with no fellas
Woah, woah, woah
Slow it down, hop out the whip, I gonna blow
Mob business, nigga act like you know
Like nigga act like you know
Mob business, nigga act like you know
Better act like you know bitch

Written by:
Rasheed Dewar

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