Used 2 Wanna KMS

Lyrics

Took you out the hood to a better life, sitting and fucked up, telling you about a better price Jumping out my sleep, phone ringing, that shit every night I would never put my hands on you, that mean i love you right? 20 hour drives with me, ain't mean to fuck it up Blew 20 thousand in 1 week, now you crazy as fuck Told you on the visit, imma come home and run it up She like: "what you doin with your bros?" we packin bundles up I know i ain't perfect, i thought you was worth it Five letter pages, used to write me in cursive Remember times you bought that work anytime i was hurtin Young reckless nigga, i know you ain't deserve it I took her from Popeyes to Ruth's Chris Throw it in my face like I ain't do shit Used to be my best friend, the one I can move with Tryin to do this rap shit instead of trappin and shoot shit Yeah yeah, touching gang signs Put that time in with ya bitch, and she be gone And when im at the trap all day, that make me wrong? I was trappin off obama you bought me the IPhone Same outfit made you wait outside the parole I was sitting in that cell for years i don't wanna be alone I ain't worried bout them old bitches, delete em out the phone Done fuckin with them dirty niggas, come on come on come on come on come on What a nigga supposed to do, when you provide for them full? When you thinkin bout winning, and your worst fear is losing Don't you worry about my brothers, until we see how bitches choosing It broke my heart when she called 12 on me Whole trust issues broke to pieces Me and brodie in the kitchen, breaking down pieces I love my money way more, so that mean I'm cheatin? Phone on DND, when she around me She like playing in my face, i made another three I made another thousand dollars fresh out my sleep I used to babysit the kids while trapping out the V [?] C'mon on (Come on, C'mon, (what that mean?)) C'mon (Fuck it.) Fuck it, it's on to the next I done wasted all them years, turn around and say you stressed Had you cookin like my grandma, thinkin you the best for me Even called auntie and got the recipe Had to loop the beat, you runnin around with [?] got you the new [?] I ain't do shit for you, what you do for me? She like you spendin to much money on amiris She like "i love you, can you listen, do you hear me?" Trauma got me fucked up can't think clearly Remember when you waited in the car, while i hit a lick? Ankle bracelet on, only 2 bullets hit my [?] Tell you, "we safe as shit" I remember the first day i met you, did yo thing so damn good swore you were a blessing You was my henny bottle to help me with my stressin You was my top shelf, and now you just a mid, ain't that a bitch? Im in the studio, you texting me bullshit You know i ain't got a boss baby, I just be doing shit Stepdaddy of the year, I just be buying shit, put the kids in the I8, i just be driving shit Took you from New York to Miami, and got you all your chances and put food in the pantry You know im antisocial but i still met your family Yeah, I sold a lot of crack I used to hit the road and trap and leave you with my pack You put the kids to sleep, answer the door, and sell crack We grind together, how you losing? what type of shit is that? Your sons think I'm they dad, a real nigga, im just something they ain't never had Helped you get that BBL to make you feel better I woulda loved you if you was fat, fupa, flat ass OG said a long time ago; "dont throw your eggs all in one basket" Father what? I'm a young old dirty bastard I couldn't get a commissary, drop off a package Why i move like this? because dumb bitch I really never had it Just know we came up from roaches, came up from stealing cars, you know we not voting You know im gonna resist arrest, you know im not going Having dreams that you gone but fuck it i already know it But it be like that, how you gon leave like that? why you wanna hurt yourself? [?] How you gon believe in that? Put the car in your name and said you need it back