Pmt Audemar - Can't Leave You

I'm just a product of the trenches that adapted to my habitat
Plenty months we thought a front put us behind
We done put that belt to behind
Lil Bro turn shit runts done stung more Niggas then a behive
The type of nigga
Turn yo man's to Grams n stand on BI
Lil groupie hoe
Oh no you joeer then a gi
Lil Shh died fresh to death now i bet he fly
Can Never
Give them pigs a tip bitch i ain't ti
If it aint about the money
Had to catch myself realized you wasn't for me
Ain't no dummy
I just play it to romance her
Ain't no what to do sis broke the news my aunt got cancer
Thinking she gon flex and beat that shit just like nana
Then they said it's
Terminal which ment they'll never find a answer
Poligized for sitting in that Slamma
Rather sit in jail then sit in funerals
Yea
Care who throw them sheels long as a few of those
Yea
To up the score of course do shìt you never fractioned in
Long as spin and end wit numerals
(math always been my issue)
Been in my bag
Seem till you past nobody actually miss you
Want you take yo head up out yo ass so that it actually hit you
Told bro don't go without his pistol
How you wind up in the spital
If he told me he gone die I'd slide and say I'm coming witchu
Can't come around ain't benificial
You ain't did shit for the guys but cause some issues
And that stunt you pulled want wise i won't forget you
(Keep playin monkey in the middle)
Knowing if they catch you driving they a flip you
I advise you open eyes try not to giggle
Lil bro don't want no job
He stuck on Robing
Told that bitch don't capernick my name ain't Collin
Yea
Back in the streets this shit get deep I'm pullin strings just like violin
But my whole sqwod known to be drummers doe
Nigga fuck i look like i ain't never let a Nigga take my pole
Bro still mad wit me asked could he toot instead i told em no
Know i wanna take a soul so why you tripping
Niggas switching on the high but i ain't get it
Watch they pivot how I see the side they picking
Gimmie that
You up yo glick im uppin mine
Tf said i aint blickin back
Lost Mitch fore i turned 25
I still can't live with that
Feel like i need you
These niggas faker then the work that's in they needle
If Brodie dippin then I'm dippin i can't
No i can't leave you leave you leave you
All these other niggas see through see through
Yea
Just lemme vent
Losing my dawgs might cause some sins i can't repent
Reason why i bend and bend yo friend could still get situated
Take one of mine we take bout five to feel reciprocated
Yea yea

Written by:
Qamar Bey

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