(Ay, pull up, Lam)
If I can’t vibe with you, I can’t be the one to save your dreams
If I love you and you tryna detox, I can’t be the one that sell you lean
A street nigga with all my love, he never told with all he seen
I’d drop all my hos, you could never match up with my queen
And I’ve been slackin’ lately, I’ve been studyin’ judgement for my dīn
I’ve been slackin’ lately, I’ve been puttin’ niggas before my team
Ten toes, ask the county how many times my phone ring
You be sniffin’ around my bidness, that’s gon’ make your nose bleed
My soul bleedin’
My soul bleedin’
He don’t want that money, he want that pleasure
Never caught him out, have a deep talk, make him better
And she like Derrick, got her a rose, now she wetter
When my homie die, then I fantasize, it make me madder
That make my soul bleed, and I don’t be feelin’ like nobody on my side
When you be up, you get locked up, that’s not a vibe
Messed up with my kid, now I’m locked in and I provide
All of them my twin, no, I can’t deny
No, I can’t
And I laid in bed with a bitch who bashed me, want my money now
Told me, “Cash out money,” she ain’t got money, she ain’t got no account (ay, pull up, Lam)
Legal money
Go in my drawer when I be sleep, that ho be sneakin’ money
I bonded – out from the county jail with my feature money
I’d been with him through his whole bid, now he ain’t speakin’ to me (now he ain’t speakin’ to me)
My soul bleedin’
My soul bleedin’
My soul bleedin’
My soul bleedin’
(Ay, pull up, Lam)
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