That wasn´t funny But she laughed so hard, she almost cried They´re countin´ months they´ve been together Almost forty-nine (Yo, Sam, this shit heat)
He´s making fun of how she acted ´round the holidays (Damn, Dawson) She wears a ring, but they tell people that they´re not engaged They met in class for metaphysical philosophy He tells his friends, "I like her ´Cause she´s so much smarter than me" They´re having talks about their futures until 4 A.M And I´m happy for them But I wanna feel all that love and emotion Be that attached to the person I´m holdin´ Someday I´ll be falling without caution But for now, I´m only people watchin´ Yeah, uh
Thinking about my life and how far a nigga came
Thinking about my life and mistakes a nigga made Steady duckin´ the reaper, everybody got a day (Grrah) Hopefully, I´ll be ready for it (Yeah, yeah) Uh, I told ´em my dreams, they ain´t believe this I can´t lie, even I couldn´t of seen this I just was on the bus stop, gettin´ high out of my brain Headphones in, listening to Kevin Gates sayin´ Shooting star, shooting star Rapper with a pistol, that made me a shooting star Now we all across the globe, three hundred thousand dollar shows We wasn´t supposed to get this far This shit so crazy how these hoes tryna plot on me (Tryna plot on me) These niggas hating, want my spot, sendin´ shots at me
Know I fuck with Sosa, Ghetto, Spec and Tee Boy, you must ain´t know them boys gon´ park the car, jump out on feet Won´t you pay a nigga back for saving ´ya life I don´t know yet but I´m a make it right I´m tryna ball, these niggas tryna take my life I´ll tell you what´ll make a gangster change his life How to make a gangster change his life Go to sleep with millions in his bank Wake up in the morning, see his daughter face Just as broke as a joke, when we was down, we was fine (Youngin) Start achievin´ his dreams now my life on the line Tell the label, "No deal," I need twenty every time I ain´t comin´ to Europe if I can´t bring my .45
Tell the label, "No deal," I need twenty every time I ain´t coming to Paris if I can´t bring my .4-5 (Oh, woah)
Ayy Tell the label, "No deal" I´m fine, I can´t come to Rolling Loud if I can´t bring fire You know, I need my fire for these fuck niggas I need my fire for these fuck niggas (Yeah) I need my fire for these fuck niggas, I see now I see now, I need my fire for these fuck niggas (Grrah) No deal (Baow, baow, baow, baow) No, no deal