Gifted. - No Weakness (feat. S.H.A.N.E)

Yea
It's that 845 that 201 shit man
Ay
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end
Ridin round wit my homies yea I’m ridin round wit my og’s
Marty, mark, and it’s skills yea and that's Artin yea we smoke trees
Windows down in the summer time we gon bag ya bitch like the groceries
Fuck around we gon pull up on your bitch tell her get down on both knees
100 Years from now they’ll be lookin at my lyrics like yo who wrote these
Remember when I wasn’t eatin enough I was so depressed I was lonely
Now it’s turtle neck wit the Jean jacket so much water on me it look soapy
Picture me hoppin out the rolls Royce wit all my dogs lookin so clean
Remember my daddy put me into soccer yo that was like back in 03’
Back when Skills brother Tino said we all brothers we the Home Team
Mom was around
Cleaning the house
Making food so we all eat
When she told me she was diagnosed she was so strong I was so weak
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end
Im in my bag
Shawty she had her an ass
So I thought that I'd take a stab
Your brodie is bad
I heard him out on a track
Couldn't even run it back
This shit it slap
If you gon throw out a left
Then no I'm not giving no daps
We on the map
That boy was talking that shit
So we pulled up to where he at
My homie mad
He thinking bout pulling the strap
Kid really brought out his dad
I had to laugh
He was talking out his lid
I Shoulda known he'd cap
No you cant be on the home team
Shawty a bitch and she nosey
You a lil dog mosey
Acting big dog posing
We aint feeling all the fake shit
We don't flop. We just make hits
I got no doubt in my mind now
We too gifted we gon make it
Pick any dude from my damn gang not one of em is a fair trade bitch
Bitch wet she in full spray. Hit the spot right. Got precise aim bitch
Don't know how far that I take shit
All I know Pull up and bang shit
No we is not on the same tip
Cases
Put on the scale get it weighted
I forgot how long I've waited
I feel amazing
Shawty bad with a fat ass but she could use a facelift
Gloves on round these snakes cuz they watching they be plotting i cant let em trace it
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end
I can’t be showin no weakness cuz I’m somebody people believe in
That little shorty was tweaking cuz I flake on her every weekend
Sorry bitch I be beastin, like Marshawn I be beastin
Dripin water like the deep end don’t drown here this the deep end

Written by:
George Paljusevic, Shane Foster

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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