Dread Money - Tender

Yeah
Get that
Yeah
Get that

Know I ain't crazy
Know I ain't
I said, best motha blunt, ain't trippy
What the fuck wrong with these folks

Like a stranger
I'm on my way
Give me some cake
I'm at the table, tell me I ain't sayin' great

Nigga, know I don't play
I'm just a young nigga
I'm havin' my way
I'm with y'all niggas

I'ma aim at your face
Ayy, don't got my phone, ain't tryna hear what you sayin
When I love my grandma, that's when I really start prayin
And a nigga ain't really ever been the same

Nah, I ain't even really on that motherfuckin' fake shit
I just feel that vibe
I don't know, it's just been on my mind
I see how people act now

That shit is wild
And I always been
Them grandmama child
I'm smokin' on wheelies loud

This shit come and get you slow, come try it
Fuck with that
Goin' up, now go ride it
Nigga, how I move

This shit be silent
Swear a nigga like me had a bitch
What about the next day, I went to go get it
These niggas be mad, know a nigga fuck with me

I'm with y'all niggas, I'm takin' it
You feel me
Huh
These niggas be bitches, they ain't gettin' nothin

They be ridin' deep, just like Twitter
You nigga, you know that I don't give a fuck
Your nigga doin' this shit
I'm doin' it

You know I'm doin' it legit
You dig
I'm slidin' and ridin
Not the same thing

I want that green
Out the bank
Fuck with somebody
I wanna stay

I wanna win every day
I got the money, stay down, never change
I do it, I do it, I do it
Stay out the way

That's why I had to take the hard way
On the go, nigga, know I ain't playin
Niggas be groupies
These bitches be fans

They not try me because you know I'm spread
I spread
Whoa
Lil' bro say he want his dope

But, lil' bro, he got a truckload
I'ma fuckin' do the damn most
Send my lil' bro down the road
Take off like UFO

I'm under it
Try to take something, you ain't gon' make it
I'm askin' my friends, I ain't take over
That's why these niggas hatin

Yeah, you better not play me
I got king with me
I got king
I do it by myself, nigga

I don't need no arm
I don't need no arm
Nigga be tender
By the bitch

I shoot my shot
Tell me something, nigga
You don't know nothin
Yeah

You don't know nothin', nigga
You ain't even know these bitches ain't shit yet
Niggas be tender
By the bitch

Man, his lil' bitch on Tinder
I hit from the back of fender bender
They were dementia in my grandma head
Think about times as a kid

Really wishin' that she wasn't dead
Paralyzation of my uncle
Heart attack, now he classified as dead
Live in a world where you don't know

If you gon' make it to the next day
Live in a world where you don't know
If you gon' die today
Know I had to realize

That we all got our own day
Know I had to realize
That the death angel always play
Many nights I pray to Christ

Know the Son of God never arrive
Darkness in me don't wanna hide in my shadow
Embarrassment in middle school
I hid in the shadows

Niggas try to talk about the clothes my mama bought for me
But nigga, I ain't got no job
Had to start hustlin' up inside these streets
And niggas start finessin', juggin', and robbin

I let the niggas get to my head
Cause the bitches didn't even give a fuck
They all thought that I was fly and they fucked
Even though I was dressin' like a bunk

So-called dressin' like a bunk
Bodies, unmasked niggas
Set called 37 Bangin

Written by:
Terry Williams

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