[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Still need someone to talk-
(Boomin need extras)
Okay, okay, tell me
Even though I'm-
Even though I'm gone, gone, gone
I still need someone to talk to
Okay
[Verse 1]
Gotta pay me for a walk through
You know I still look out for who I'm close to
I get my chance, you know I'm gon' shoot
You can't be mad for what you should've, but you don't do
I'm a boss, I want the bookbag and coat, too
She ain't my bitch, I want her lower tent throat, too
I been through it, I understand what niggas go through
I make girls cheat, I understand what a hoe do
(I do know this shit, though)
Okay, teach my son to be a man, okay (Yeah)
Teach my son to be a man, but no human lasts forever
Remember me like Pac, want my name to last forevеr (Damn)
Yeah, it's two things that I can't stand
And that's a lying-ass woman and a nigga that cry
Be the onе to get rich, not the nigga that die
Don't be the one to sit and wait, and be the nigga that try
Between us and ghetto boys, niggas ain't gettin' this high
Other than me and Ri', who else in Flint gettin' this fly?
Stack every feature dollar, shit, it sit in the sky
On the road with lil' J, like "bro, it's just you and I"
[Chorus]
I been feelin' like I can't call home
'Cause I ain't got no one to talk to
They gotta pay me for a walk through
Step over the lil' shit, like a boss, I'm on
[Verse 2]
You don't get a second chance like cartoons
You got a hot bend, pourin' up, nigga, car rules
We zaza by the bag, got the jars too
This ain't a bentayga or nothin', but we got cars, too
(Couple cars, too, nigga)
(It's just rap, nigga)
(Got foreign shit, just havin' that shit fasho, nigga)
(Got like fifteen chains or something, it's like-)
Don't even try shootin' the bro, but here, remember last time
Rappers tryna get they second breath, they need a half time
Break a forty rock off the ball, look like a half dime
Before you see me burnin', let the bag fry
Ain't even gettin' on the plane, just let the bag fly
Niggas know I charge a lot, that's why the bag high, nigga
Stomach bubble, but I'm takin' it further
Circle 'round like we lost, but we basically servin'
Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and learnin'
(Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and-)
(Huh)
Niggas never threw me thirty grams
Nobody came to Ray with hope, like, nigga
This the route we take to pull that money in
But god had blessings for me
Told myself to be a man
'Cause I ain't had no father to correct it for me
I'm ahead of my time, for real
I be thinkin' like I'm 50, crisp beard and fresh bills
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Still need someone to talk-
(Boomin need extras)
Okay, okay, tell me
Even though I'm-
Even though I'm gone, gone, gone
I still need someone to talk to
Okay
[Verse 1]
Gotta pay me for a walk through
You know I still look out for who I'm close to
I get my chance, you know I'm gon' shoot
You can't be mad for what you should've, but you don't do
I'm a boss, I want the bookbag and coat, too
She ain't my bitch, I want her lower tent throat, too
I been through it, I understand what niggas go through
I make girls cheat, I understand what a hoe do
(I do know this shit, though)
Okay, teach my son to be a man, okay (Yeah)
Teach my son to be a man, but no human lasts forever
Remember me like Pac, want my name to last forevеr (Damn)
Yeah, it's two things that I can't stand
And that's a lying-ass woman and a nigga that cry
Be the onе to get rich, not the nigga that die
Don't be the one to sit and wait, and be the nigga that try
Between us and ghetto boys, niggas ain't gettin' this high
Other than me and Ri', who else in Flint gettin' this fly?
Stack every feature dollar, shit, it sit in the sky
On the road with lil' J, like "bro, it's just you and I"
[Chorus]
I been feelin' like I can't call home
'Cause I ain't got no one to talk to
They gotta pay me for a walk through
Step over the lil' shit, like a boss, I'm on
[Verse 2]
You don't get a second chance like cartoons
You got a hot bend, pourin' up, nigga, car rules
We zaza by the bag, got the jars too
This ain't a bentayga or nothin', but we got cars, too
(Couple cars, too, nigga)
(It's just rap, nigga)
(Got foreign shit, just havin' that shit fasho, nigga)
(Got like fifteen chains or something, it's like-)
Don't even try shootin' the bro, but here, remember last time
Rappers tryna get they second breath, they need a half time
Break a forty rock off the ball, look like a half dime
Before you see me burnin', let the bag fry
Ain't even gettin' on the plane, just let the bag fly
Niggas know I charge a lot, that's why the bag high, nigga
Stomach bubble, but I'm takin' it further
Circle 'round like we lost, but we basically servin'
Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and learnin'
(Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and-)
(Huh)
Niggas never threw me thirty grams
Nobody came to Ray with hope, like, nigga
This the route we take to pull that money in
But god had blessings for me
Told myself to be a man
'Cause I ain't had no father to correct it for me
I'm ahead of my time, for real
I be thinkin' like I'm 50, crisp beard and fresh bills
( Louie Ray )
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