PRL Anee - Remedy

Say she feeling me
I know why it's cause I got the remedy
I thought being broke would be the end of me
If I ain't winning yet then bitch I'm finna be

In a Porsche I just came up from a matchbox
Niggas hate me cause I made it out the trap spot
Selling dope made a Bentley from a crack rock
I could never fold like a laptop
Penthouse top floor we the last stop

Topic of the conversation I'm a center fold
If I never paid yo bail I bet you would of told
You was never down I guess I should of known
I was broke I had to come up on a rack
Yeah, had to leave the south but now I'm back
Caught a case may do the race and get a sack
Niggas hate me got a check and now they mad
I hate all the things I did to get a bag
Money come and money go but I remain
Me and every nigga you done had are not the same
I just hit a lick and I should probably feel ashamed
But I just bought a brick and put my Mama in a range

For that cake, I move weight, I put steak up on my plate.
I been balling since a youngin ninety seven, ninety eighth
I got guap, OK wait, think that's why these niggas hate
You got ass, OK great, pop that pussy make it shake

Say she feeling me
I know why it's cause I got the remedy
I thought being broke would be the end of me
If I ain't winning yet then bitch I'm finna be

In a Porsche I just came up from a matchbox
Niggas hate me cause I made it out the trap spot
Selling dope made a Bentley from a crack rock
I could never fold like a laptop
Penthouse top floor we the last stop

What's popping bitch I'm back home
Niggas pussy I hop out without my strap on
Been that nigga I ain't gotta lie, glizzy by my side
Tried to play me that's a suicide, he ready to die
And I really lost the Jetta next day I got a new ride
And I let her hold on my Beretta I know she gone slide
And my PO said if I fail one more test I'm doing time
But the city got a nigga a stressed I smoke to clear my mind

I been balling like LeBron James, we are not the same
I been fucking up my last name, Mama so ashamed
Lord I pray make this my last day, take away the pain
When I cry I let the top down and hide it with the rain

I'm trying to be in the sky today
I'm high today
You say you love me you lied today
I cried today
I had to put my lil pride away
Back on my grind today
Admit that I pray I would die today
Deep on my mind today

So I gotta smoke again
Selling the dope again
Hit it and choke again
Hit it to cope again
Now I'm alone again
All on my own again
Yeah I was down bad so I put my lil pain on a song again

Niggas hate me cause I made it out the trap spot
Selling dope made a Bentley from a crack rock
I could never fold like a laptop
Penthouse top floor we the last stop

Written by:
Anfernee Thomas

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