
18 years of experience Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Like, and you think that I'm cool and I'm not Missin' my niggas, I'm prayin' to God
I lost Q and they went so distant Tryin' out drugs, I hope that I feel shit
Ain't know me, don't ask for the mix Missin' my family, this shit got a kick
I been bent up a rage, I been feenin' to click
They can't tap while I stay and they still won't do shit like
What's love? All I feel is the lies in the face
Call me bro, but you takin' my plate Takin' drugs just to ease down the pain
They won't get it, but know, I still up it I gave you everything, never did nothing
Gun jam up, you get beat, I'm not runnin' I'm tryna strive, I can never be nothin
I took a five and I turned it to somethin' Ma, I'm tryna be different
I promise, I been throwin' the ones as an option Until I get famous, a nigga not stoppin
God, when y'all hear this, y'all think it's a song
This a message, I'm right, am I wrong? Voice of a habit, I didn't mean harm
I mean it, it's a toxic trait, but I did it alone
Bad stab, but you call him your bro Watch who you claim, I can't let him get close
I'm not trustin' again, I'ma put it on bro It's just me and my brody, but he died
Now I'm out by my doley, I been feenin' to clip
Gotta release emotion, I ain't findin' the boys
And these pills turn slowly Oh, you love me? Show me then
If I saw what you throw, bout ten You ain't want me, but you wanted my man
Like what? Ayo, brody Remember the corners we bend
It's just crazy, I called you my twin Backed on me, I won't do it again
Like, get up close If I catch him, I hope that he lie
Gave you food and got stabbed in the back I'm never one, I can never be trash
I'm never one, I can never be last Stuck on who, that shit in the past
Me and Mama Doli, I'm leavin' it last I'm stuck in my private, I gotta get cash
And you think that I'm cool and I'm not Missin' my niggas, I'm prayin' to God
I lost Q and they went so distant Tryin' out dresses, I hope that I feel shit
And normally don't ask for the mix Missin' my family, this shit got a kick
I been bent up with rage, I been feedin' the clip
They can't tap while I stay and they still won't do shit like
What's love? All I feel is the lies in the face
Call me bro, but you takin' my plate Takin' dresses, so he's under pain
They won't get it, but no, I still up it I gave you everything, never did nothing
Gun jam up, you get beat, I'm not runnin' I'm tryna strive, I can never be nothin
I took a five and I turned it to somethin' Ma, I'm tryna be different
I promise, I been throwin' the ones as an option
Until I get famous, a nigga not stoppin' God, when y'all hear this, y'all think it's
a song This a message, I'm right or am I wrong
Voice of a habit, I did me on