I know true love ain't easy, ain't easy (Grrah)
And girl, I know it's you 'cause you complete me (It's that Sha Gz nigga, like, niggas know what's goin' on)
And I just don't want you leavin' (Ayo Quis, set me up bro, like)
Even though I give you reasons (5ive Music) (Grrah-grrah)
'Cause baby sometimes
They like, "Sha, keep on rappin', you gifted"
And my fans always tell me I'm different
If brodie don't got it, then I'm movin'-
'Cause them niggas ain't catchin' me slippin'
Like, I'm really rappin' the shit that I'm livin'
Catch that boy, send him up to the ceilin'
Tell mama, don't worry, I got it, no willing
I be poppin' these percs for a hеaling
I can't wait 'til I'm finally rich
Put the ice on her nеck or her wrist
Keep the gun in her purse
If it's lit 'cause my baby gon' shoot, she legit
Fuck a deuce, i'ma slide wit' a stick
In the stu' grinding hard everyday making hits (making them hits)
She like "Baby you buggin' outside"
I got fans who all love me, who wanna take flicks (wanna take flicks)
I can't wait 'til it's everything better (everything better)
She my bitch, is you riding forever?
Like, I was locked up, she was sendin' me letters
Spot an opp leave that-, like
Spot an opp, leave that boy in the stretcher
He got shot, better get it together, like
(Spin through the opps with like 30 and better) like, like
Goofy ass nigga got shot in his-
On my block (grrah) It get risky (like)
I'm on 50, is you gon' be there when they come and get me?
If you riding, know you comin' wit' me
You don't gotta lie to me, keep it 150
I'm like Bobby, you like Whitney
I'm like Tommy, you like Chrissy
Got a baddie, her name Jenny, like
And just listen, I could love you, but love from a distance
You could tell me that I'm movin' different
I back out my bag, me and my niggas winnin'
(And just listen, I could love you but love from a distance)
(You could tell me that I'm movin' different)
(I back out my bag, me and my niggas winnin')
They like, "Sha, keep on rappin', you gifted"
And my fans always tell me I'm different
If brodie don't got it, then I'm movin'-
'Cause them niggas ain't catchin' me slippin'
Like, I'm really rappin' the shit that I'm livin'
Catch that boy, send him up to the ceilin'
Tell mama, don't worry, I got it, no willing
I be poppin' these percs for a hеaling
I can't wait 'til I'm finally rich
Put the ice on her nеck or her wrist
Keep the gun in her purse
If it's lit 'cause my baby gon' shoot, she legit
Fuck a deuce, i'ma slide wit' a stick
In the stu' grinding hard everyday making hits (making them hits)
She like "Baby you buggin' outside"
I got fans that all love me, who wanna take flicks (wanna take flicks)
They like, "Sha, keep on rappin', you gifted" (gifted)
Brodie don't got it, then I'm movin'-
'Cause them niggas ain't catchin' me slippin'
Like, i'm really rappin' the shit that I'm livin'
Tell mama, don't worry, I got it, no willing
I be poppin' these percs for a healing
But when it hurts, I can make it better
Girl, if it works, it's gon' be forever
We been through the worst, made it through the weather
Our problems and the pain, pain, but love, don't change
Ooh, love, don't change, whoa