Track by3D Na'tee
Part 1 I just hit your phone, baby how you slept? From the hood, now I got you at the MET Ain't no middle man, I get straight to the cheque Where I'm from, give a fuck about a threat If I wanna flex, bitch I'm gon' flex Atlanta nights, got a nigga fuckin' with the TEC I hope you saw something that you won't forget At 25, I got like 50 on my neck Made change, but I ain't change I ain't only tryna maintain (Yeah) I put my niggas on the same thing Why you act like we ain't on the same ting If you tell a story, tell the whole thing Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring You know sleep is for the weak You know sleep is for the weak If you tell a story, tell the whole thing Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring You know sleep is for the weak You know sleep is for the weak If you tell a story, tell the whole thing Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring You know sleep is for the weak You know sleep is for the weak If you tell a story, tell the whole thing Calls from my old thing, don't hear the phone ring You know sleep is for the weak You know sleep is for the weak Part 2 Who these niggas that you listen to? You know all this shit just isn't you You got niggas say they feelin' you (Yeah) I ain't met no one as real as you (Hey) Say it's love, but we ain't ready yet (Yeah) And I know that feelin' heavy, yeah (Ay) You hit 20 now you feelin' grown I made 20, did it on my own Now they see me in a different way Fuck it, bout to cop my mom a different place Told her I would buy a Porsche when I was 9 Told her, park it where you want, I'll pay the fine now My bitches fine, never been the type to wine and dine They done sent so many deals I had to hit decline Shit on my mind, feel like Hova back in '99 Bitch I'm pimpin' I'm just tellin' you my life and times, yeah All them lies that you've been tellin' me Had to quit the dreams that they been sellin' me Yeah all my brothers duckin' felonies Had to sign the deal, so I could let them breathe Can't be dealin' with the drama, rather let you leave All these motherfuckers told me I would never be Who I am, now Bitch, I'm the fuckin' man Now the money poppin' out the rubber bands You don't even stand a chance, no Girl I'm losing my feelings Yeah, I don't even feel it I take shots of that liquor Hoping I can forget you (Yeah, yeah) Girl I'm losing my feelings (Yeah) Yeah, I don't even feel it I take shots of that liquor Hoping I can forget you (Yeah, yeah)