Alaan - Mom's Couch

Thinking about them shows I didn't have
But yet they sold out
Auntie said I'll make it and I know it
Because I'm souled out
Dreaming about a Phantom and a Vette
While I'm on Mom's couch
Never thought I'll make it this far
Like how I turned out
Crew moving malicious
Everybody on the same route
Always been a popular nigga
Ain't never need clout
Brodie doing time say he in timeout
Guess I got to make it before he come home
Just so I can show him what real life about
With lambchops up in the fridge
I'ma gift him with them racks
Because I know that he handled biz
Riding in that sprinter bus
Talking about you buying a crib
I can see that shit right now
That's why it's hard to hold it in
My brodie tote two k's
But he don't move like Lil Fizz
It ain't hard for me to put my trust in him
Because I been did
Never trust him if he talkative
Lose lips'll sink a ship
Free Kash I reminisce
About that nigga that had snitched
Won't ever sale my soul because I'm souled out
Since it's kill or be killed
I tuck my heat in when it's cold out
I'm thinking about them shows I didn't have
But yet they sold out
My shawty told me God'll work it all out
But I ain't trying wait for him figure it out
I can see us on that TV screen bleeming
Middle fingers to all them niggas who steady scheming
Say they with the cause
But deep down they don't believe it
I know this shit going pay off
Just because I got a reason
Thinking about them shows I didn't have
But yet they sold out
Auntie said I'll make it and I know it
Because I'm souled out
Dreaming about a Phantom and a Vette
While I'm on Mom's couch
Never thought I'll make it this far
Like how I turned out
Crew moving malicious
Everybody on the same route
Always been a popular nigga
Ain't never need clout
Brodie doing time say he in timeout
Guess I got to make it before he come home
Just so I can show him what real life about

Written by:
Jonathan Bell

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