
backend foreign - l.i.p lyrics
(mmm, manny, cook that sh+t up)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[pre+chorus]
uh
heart inside the streets, and it’s cold in the summer
reaching back to help em’ almost took me under
weathering the storm, i ain’t dodging the thunder
they act like they don’t see you, til the money humongous
it’s a struggle tryna live my dream
it’s a struggle tryna settle my soul
i’m homicidal all the crime i seen
leave me in peace, you bet’ not slam that door (oh)
[verse 1]
knock me off my pivot, but i finally understand now
chunk the dеuces to em,’ now i’m thumbing through them bands now
h+rny, f+ck thе paper, thumbing through it with my pants down
if you a real n+gga and you feel me scream “h+ll yeah”
they notice all my pain until i heal and that’s foul
how did i trust em’? i can’t even put my blame on ya’ll
i guess i’m dumb, i still a shoot up in the crowd about ya’ll
they rather lose they eyesight before they watch me ball
[chorus]
(oh+oh+oh) (oh+oh)
i promise that it won’t be long, til all this pain is gone
i just keep it pushing, righting my wrongs
hope i don’t drop it, got the world in my palms
i been paying attention to reaching arms
they plan on stabbing you, you think it’s a hug
[verse 2]
250 on the dash, sometimes i’m drifting
tap the pedal in the urus, almost popped a wheelie
got a love+hate feeling for expensive women
she want chanel, but what about the time i’m spending?
i want love but i’m f+cked up bout’ that bag
standing on that business, i got nuts that drag
numbing through this paper, n+gga waste deep
i’m the biggest p, you cannot play me
put it on for 30 days, then i don’t post like jay+z
p+ssy n+gga spoke on fred and now the n+gga can’t speak
i done been too high too many times, now i can’t tweak
they was throwing shots, now i [?]
leather jeans in the summer time, i feel like t.i.p
i influenced all these n+ggas, i’m the pioneer
triple cross, i pray on n+ggas, hate no bibles here
experienced all, but don’t know how being fake feel
[chorus]
(oh+oh+oh) (oh+oh)
i promise that it won’t be long, til all this pain is gone
i just keep it pushing, righting my wrongs
hope i don’t drop it, got the world in my palms
i been paying attention to reaching arms
they plan on stabbing you, you think it’s a hug
it’s a struggle tryna live my dream
it’s a struggle tryna settle my soul
i’m homicidal all the crime i seen
leave me in peace, you bet’ not slam that door (oh)
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