Cinco SelfPaid - Lights On

I ain't cutting no shoes, but I'm boutta give this beat surgery
I think you give my feelings back when you be holding me
And I could never be mad, that's how it's 'posed to be
Everybody dying, so the ones I love, they stay close to me
Uncle Spike in every song cause this not how it's 'posed to be
If you know deep down you a bitch, please don't approach me
This the second letter I got sayin' "Be the realest I can B"
My dreams keep me wide awake, I swear I get no sleep
I swear I get not sleep
Popeye with the money, I be tryin' not to spend dis shit
I'm tryna make her cream and we not slaves, how we got the same whip
I just want the money, but the fame they can keep it
Take that shit slow and just stay down, why is you speeding
Wake up girl, I wanna fuckin' talk, why is you sleepin'
I need a boxing angel cause I think I'm fighting demons
They try to show me love yea, but I don't see it
And when you told me that you love me, did you mean it
RayBans on Charles timing, I can't see who with me
I know that I'm hot, and you my dog, so you gotta keep that glizzy
I'm gon' run it up and then get all my niggas out the city
Just gotta stay down and show a nigga that you really with me
I got some angels looking down on me from above yea
I keep it too real, I think that's why I get no love yea
These niggas hate and bitches fake, so fuck 'em all yea
I'm a youngboy, no NBA, but we still 'gon ball yea
I just pray my momma never gotta get that call yea
Before I have her up in tears, I rather kill 'em all
I gotta make up for them years, my back against the wall
Before I take a fall, I swear a nigga gon' stand tall, yea
I swear a nigga gon' stand tall
If I can't make the shot, then I'm gon' pass my bro the ball
And we go up together, if he need me I'm just one call
I know that they don't feel me, cause these niggas be so flaw
My circle small, 'ion really be fuckin' with niggas, yea yea
I pray to God, Lord please be my witness
Bro tint the car, pray we don't gotta slide on niggas
Can't drop that ball, I swear I keep it realer
Alexander McQueens, I'm chasing my dreams and ducking my grave
Italian garments, Good Fella shit, if we men you know we made
We all gotta die, but sometimes I pray that I don't see my day
I hope I'm living right, cause I'd hate to learn the fuckin' harder way
And I ain't talkin' Penny
I pray that all my niggas make it, even if it's not with me
And I'm tired of all that fake shit, only real ones with me
And I'm tired of all that hate shit, nigga go get busy
Ducking homicides and bullets flying, I gotta get out the city

Written by:
Joseph Aderoju

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