N.E.I.G.H.B.O.R.S. - Railroads

Lately I been slaving like I'm working railroads
Just trying to pull a great escape up out this hell hole
Just trying to see me and all my dogs ball on Melrose
I gave her everything I had, you dead wrong, yeah

You dead wrong, got my head gone
You dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Uh, working , working, working

Nigga better have my bread, or nigga can't get my service
Newlywed to the hustle, I'm up and I'm at it early
Boy head, I see red, put a five up on my jersey
I'm alive, I must be worthy, they plottin', makin' plans

They label us as rival, I hold it hand
Damn, he was saved by the Bible
I was built out of chaos, survival
But you kept that tribe inside, charged my chakras, Alain

Them shortcomings won't define you, and I ain't hard to find
Reside with them dollar signs, you gots to respect my mind
You gots to respect my grind
Southern heat and cornbread type, fed right

Bon apptit when she got appetite, to Rock the mic
We took a midnight train to Georgia
Cause neither one of us knew about Gladys Knight
She was good times, she was dynamite

Is you rollin', bitch, I might
We throwed like a football, rose like a hessi
With a look off, Teddy pentagrass, Cadillacs when I skirt off
Lately , I been slavin' like I'm workin' railroads

Just tryna pull a great escape up out this hellhole
Just tryna see me and all my dawgs ball on Melrose
I gave her everything I had, but you dead wrong, yeah
You dead wrong, got my head gone

You're dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
See me workin', she say I'm proud of you
I Dior the shorty, I put her in Prada too

She like smoking kush well I got purple too
Sip the syrup, move it slow, I'm too comfortable
Said that I'm runnin' late, well, I ain't got curfew
She wanna be a Huxtable, callin' plays on her no huddle

NBA, I'm untouchable, heart gone ,so I'm unlovable
40 compacts, so tuckable
I did the crime, I paid the time
She wanna chill and wine and dine

But I'm on Glico, ease like a free throw
Murdered that Pinto, said she Creole
Hit on a D-Lo, had her hittin c-notes, I'm a big B-Do
Slime

Lately , I slavin like I'm workin' railroads
Just tryna pull a great escape up out this hellhole
Just tryna see me and all my dawgs ball on Melrose
I gave her everything I had, you dead wrong, yeah

You dead wrong, got my head gone
You dead wrong, got my head gone, baby
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Oooooooooooh
Girl, I deliver good dick like a Door Dash
Drop ya lil pin , I'ma swerve dat
Dig her lil' chit-chat, I'm diggin' her smile
But She ain't prepared for a n***a out the south
With the gold in his from mouth and the fresh haircut

And a new white tee and the racks on me
Girl, let's take a trip down to New Orleans
Got that voodoo in ya genes, bout to beat it Billie jean
X-rated scene, know what I mean

Shawty , say she feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
I'm just tryna map it out
Your body what I need I'm asking now

Hey
We some 90s babies, bedroom goin' crazy
Different sounds, we makin' sweat and tossin
Turn and hit it like you want it till the morning

Tryna see me and all my dawgs ball on Melrose
I gave her everything she had, you dead wrong, baby
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I

We some 90s babies, bedroom goin' crazy
Different sounds, we makin' sweat and tossin
Turn and hit it like you want it till the morning
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I

Written by:
Aric Smith, Jarrett Fox, London Brandon

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