Chop 100 - Helping Me

(Yung Nab Baby)
Chop Dog Raef All Day
I appreciate all the love too, facts
Dog Raef 100 All Day
Thirty Seven Twenty Three
Thirty Two Y N W
Don't ask what in my cup this shit for me, this shit for me baby
Just back a nigga up because he need you, because he need you
Heard about a million dollars now I wanna see it, Now I wanna see it
Hurt I got a million problems, you ain't helping me with shit, You ain't helping me with sit
Once I give a bitch my heart she better keep it, keep this bitch
Every time I'm pouring out my heart I hope you drink it, drinking it
Every time I start to send a text I hit delete quick, 'Cause we ain't speaking
What the beef is
Late nights like this mama yo son shining
Can't lie, I've been down to get violent
Same time I want somebody to spend time with
Somebody I can ride with, A Bonnie I can Clyde with yea yea
Down to catch a Hundred bullets for this Dog Raef shit
Once you got that understood lets hold a conversation
Break down the tree roll up a wood, I'm really on some ape shit
Apology not understood, you didn't have to say shit
Don't entertain the fake shit, In the booth all night then I work a day shift
In loop, aren't I? In the congregation
In a suit no tie we ain't have the basics
Always had two palms and Ten fingers I could pray with, Amen
And I still ain't made a dollar but I made sense, Amen
And I still ain't met a thot that can take dick, Amen
Smiling while I'm lying through my teeth, I can taste it. Keep playing aye
Don't ask what in my cup baby this shit for me aye
Just back a nigga up because he need you
Heard about a million dollars now I wanna see it
Hurt I got a million problems, you ain't helping me with shit
Once I give a bitch my heart she better keep it, better keep it
Every time I'm pouring out my heart I hope you drink it, I hope you drink it
Every time I start to send a text I just delete it, I delete that shit
'Cause we ain't speaking, What the beef is
Young nigga with attitude, love can't do what them bands a do
She holding my shit like she playing a flute, Dick in her head like dandruff ew
Wax that ass like candles, hit the beach bring sand and sandals too
Seeing me panoramic hitting a freak on candid camera ew
I promise I'm not mad at you, you did some shit you had to do
Just keep it real be actual. That's all I ever ask of you
I come from the rubble, Yabadabadoo
Aye, I come from the jungle my habitat was cruel
I smoking on shatter, yea a dab will do
I'm focused I'm balanced yea I'm telling you
I know it don't matter yet, but yea it do
I hope you know that you could never lose me
But you know what they say bout when the shoe fit
You gotta wear it, aw yea Margielas
Imma king, need a Coretta Scott, I watched the Devil plot
I went to hell and made it back I had a hell of time
I actually mail my nigga back to real to recognize, yea
Don't ask what's in my cup this shit for me
Just back a nigga up because he need you
Heard about a million dollars now I wanna see it
I Heard you got a million followers but you don't lead them to shit
You can smell a dead body when the weed lit
Chop be spitting dope to everybody got them feigning
Can't believe you crossed me, crucified me like I'm Jesus
Cant believe I thought she'd never leave and always be here with me
Don't ask what in my cup this shit for me baby
Just back a nigga up because he need you
Heard about a million dollars now I wanna see it
Hurt I got a million problems, you ain't helping me with shit
Once I give a bitch my heart she better keep it
Last time I gave a bitch my heart, broke into pieces
Every time I'm pouring out my heart I hope you drink it
Uh huh
Run that bitch from the top

Written by:
Robert Parker

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