Typa way

HOOK: When I walk in the booth and I speak on my feelings it make a young nigga
feel typa way, we was puttin in work in the back of the yard and we was just
prayin for brighter days
Give a fuck what you do it’s about how you move, if you slip up you could pay
the price today, we ain’t promised tomorrow, so we on a mission I’ll give it my
mother fuckin all today
And I’m sorry, try not to go back to the old me, and you scarred it’s all my
fault feel like I wrote it
And it’s hard feel like I’m in it by my lonely, and you saw it, already knowin
how I’m rollin
You did what you did I did what I did well fuck it we call in it even now,
nigga fuck allat runnin, if we got a issue, then pull up ain’t takin no scenic
route
Everybody do something and get all gassed up, and they think that they hot in
the city now, they be doin they best to avoid all my music but niggas is gone
have to see me now
I’m swerving in lanes they see me now, I’m growin up and my heart gettin colder,
ian stopping cause I’m only gettin older, love my momma she was w me since
strollers
Ima keep on jumpin over the boulders, we ain’t never listen to what they told
us, you ain’t never did it then you can show us
Fuck a Grammy we just wanna get older, where I’m from don’t nobody get older,
codeine mix it up w the soda
Leave his body leakin smellin the odors, you ain’t HPM then you can’t bro us,
shawty callin but I don’t even know her
Going up I can’t seem to get lower, by myself you could call me the loner,
Smoove hot and nobody could hold em
Growin up I lived right up the street, where my daddy got killed at,
everyday I had to feel that, fuck the talkin push his wig back
I’m hidin out where he live at, so pussy you gon have to feel that,
fuck the talkin push his wig back, fuck the talking push his wig bag
When I walk in the booth and I speak on my feelings it make a young nigga feel
typa way, we was puttin in work in the back of the yard and we was just prayin
for brighter days
Give af what you do it’s about how you move, if you slip up you could pay the
price today, we ain’t promised tomorrow, so we on a mission I’ll give it my mf
all today
And I’m sorry, try not to go back to the old me, and you scarred it’s all my
fault feel like I wrote it
And it’s hard feel like I’m in it by my lonely, and you saw it, already knowin
how I’m rollin