Nejay - Some Time

Boy watch your step, 'fore this shit get to poppin' off
I'm in my bag
Said you my homie, you oppin' out
Foreign is red
All of my niggas is hoppin' out
You prolly fed
I told my brodie go stomp him out
I told momma we gon' make it, I just need some time
Nina on my side
No playground my niggas slide
You are to be advised
Shorty don't bother to hit my line
I tap and hit decline
All on my own, we gon' be just fine
Just me, myself, and I
What's good
What's poppin'
I'm tryna find where the opps is
I need a mill, ain't no option
I been tired of taking them losses
I been balling with the starters
And you niggas can't get on the roster
I been grinding even harder
You don't even know what it costed me
I say fuck the opps
Shawty I get the top, and then you get that center block
Run up, yo bro get dropped
Nigga playin' with gang, yo team get knocked
You flex on IG with props
Well my .45 and nina pop
Boy watch your step, 'fore this shit get to poppin' off
I'm in my bag
Said you my homie, you oppin' out
Foreign is red
All of my niggas is hoppin' out
You prolly fed
I told my brodie go stomp him out
I told momma we gon' make it, I just need some time
Nina on my side
No playground my niggas slide
You are to be advised
Shorty don't bother to hit my line
I tap and hit decline
All on my own, we gon' be just fine
Just me, myself, and I
I was down down down all in my thoughts, nigga you was not around
2019, they hated my music, guess they need it now
I was there for who needed it
I don't want your love, I ain't needing it
Rings on the foreign, ain't no key in it
All these Benjamins, I don't need a bitch
Nigga don't move too close to gang, had to get them burners
Tell him back it up
Nigga told me no creep in him, he saw my bank account be racking up
Okay, we had to take his sack, won't get it back we dressed all black or sumn
Bitch I hop up on the track, my shit gon' smack like it's that pack or sumn
Boy watch your step, 'fore this shit get to poppin' off
I'm in my bag
Said you my homie, you oppin' out
Foreign is red
All of my niggas is hoppin' out
You prolly fed
I told my brodie go stomp him out
I told momma we gon' make it, I just need some time
Nina on my side
No playground my niggas slide
You are to be advised
Shorty don't bother to hit my line
I tap and hit decline
All on my own, we gon' be just fine
Just me, myself, and I

Written by:
Nejay Hyde

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