Open Up Lyrics

Fam don't really show no love, but I'm that nigga

Crazy love come when you're dead or when you're richer

Had some convos with sis, tried to tell her that she better

Crazy she don't think she better than a stripper

And we was raised to go and get it, that's by any means

But to never trade your morals for no blue or green

Remember days when we was coolin', it was you and me

Me and you would vibe out, then something changed in you to me

I'm from the Tr3y, They know what's up

On beats like this, I open up

Smoking a 3-5, that's to the face, I'm rolling up

Need respect, don't let them play you like a pussy, or you fucked

A lot of shit that I be feeling, I don't talk about

Like how I hate that in my city, you can't walk without it

Like how these bitches they complain, how these niggas they ain't shit

And all these niggas think these bitches worth the Fendi, Prada

Most these niggas they ain't smart, but these bitches give a heart

Then they confused when they fucked over with no flashlight in the dark

Wanna boom so I ain't sober, Yet I focus on art

Cause if I don't, then I might lose it, seek blood like I'm a shark

Tryna love be so confusing, till your conscience tear apart

Until you broken and you useless, can't find the missing parts

I don't want that, remember when my cousin had them drums like he ain't want flats

Niggas almost left us bleeding so he scarred

Ain't no love, it's only hate, but they smile up in your face,

When you think you got a vine and it turn out to be a snake, that shit be crazy

And if you feel the vibes and you relate, do a 180

Cause them niggas that's around you ain't the same, Gotta make it through

Usually a heart be blood red, think mine baby blue

Rather than heart broken, I start grinding and get faded

Devil on my left, want bloodshed, but I got an angel too

Tryna tell me do what's right, swear I hate when they debating

Stare out the window, thinking where the homies

All them boys I thought was friends go

To the ones that check up on me, know we locked, as far as kin go

And I can't call you bro just because we played Nintendo nigga

Like what's the vibe, bullshit they got a shitload

And she can say she want me, but she'll never see me crystal

And I can't waste no time plucking pedals off no pistol

I can't go back in time, so no regrets, what's done was meant to nigga

Big dog to a shiatzu, when them pits come to play

No it won't be black and yellow, but that bite might leave a stain on dude

And when you moving like you great, then they might hate on you

But know if you stay solid, ain't no way nobody breaking you