YOUNG TR3Y - 440

Wait
Let me take a puff
Said that I been gon a min Ill kick off the rust
Think you is independent think you growing up
Said that you got plenty cash ain't see you spend a buck

Bob, weave, I stick and I move
Me and my niggas up early just trynna get High before school
It don't sit easy when I see a niggas who fed by a spoon
I'll let a nigga lie even though I be knowing the truth

I gotta be rude
They trynna test a nigga but I'm not the average coon
She wanna bless a young nigga well show me what you wanna do
They way she gave me head i thought I was drinking a brew

Damn
I was locked in the 440
Overthinking had no where to go
White girl can't touch on the hoe
I couldn't even ball no more
I would just cry on the low
Write songs thinking i gotta blow
It got cold and it wasn't the snow
Put a gun to the top of my skull
Father time was just moving too slow
Writers block couldn't catch any flows
Let alone get some food on the go
I was starving just broke as a joke
Stretch a dub you gon think it's a rope
Jordy angel I miss you the most
Made a promise that nobody knows
Hurt my heart when you turned to ghost

Let me take a puff
Said that I been gon a min Ill kick off the rust
Think you is independent think you growing up
Said that you got plenty cash ain't see you spend a buck

Written by:
James Waters

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