Bleed (Remastered) Lyrics

I was that Nigga wearing the same shoes I had to get it out the

(Oh-ah)

(Ah)

(Mm)

(Uhh)

Look, I was that Nigga wearing the same shoes I had to get it out the pot

Mama said "boy that shit stupid if you want it get a job"

I know my daddy in the streets and man I'm praying for my pops

I already lost a couple friends you think I'm playin' you'll get knocked

Mama say that I can't think

But ma' I got it out the streets

You can't say that I ain't seen nothing

You ain't seen half the shit I seen

Walk up out the house I'm feeling fresh, I guess you call me Mr. Clean

And man I'm tryna do my best I'm tryna see the finer things

I'm gon' try to look my best and I don't rock designer things

Nigga tryna beef

Had to walk away cause the devil tryna get me, don't think it's sweet

I'll still wrap a Nigga up, tryna get the lead

Make a nigga bleed

Talk about the wrong nigga, or the wrong thing

Put that shit away, he put his feelings in a bottle (oh)

I can't play up in your face but bae I'm tryna get my rocks gone

First that Nigga Tee, then there go Tray they split they ways and now they both gone (and now they both gone)

Now my nigga Dee, it been a month and plus some weeks and bro they all gone (that shit fucked up, that shit fucked up)

Look, I was that Nigga wearing the same shoes I had to get it out the pot

Mama said "boy that shit stupid if you want it get a job"

I know my daddy in the streets and man I'm praying for my pops (for my pops)

I already lost a couple friends you think I'm playin' you'll get knocked (you'll get knocked)

Mama say that I can't think

But ma' I got it out the streets (got it out the streets)

You can't say I ain't seen nothing

You ain't seen half the shit I seen (half the shit I seen)

Walk up out the house I'm feeling fresh, I guess you call me Mr. Clean

And man I'm tryna do my best I'm tryna see the finer things

Hope my granny know that I love her

I wish the best for all my brothers

Tryna be the best I can be

Them niggas steady hating on me

I heard them people want me gone

I ain't heard of squashing no beef

I hear this shit through the head phones

And they can't do this shit like me (they can't do this shit like me)

Put that shit away, he put his feelings in a bottle (oh)

I can't play up in your face but bae I'm tryna get my rocks gone

First that Nigga Tee, then there go Tray they split they ways and now they both gone (both gone, now they both gone)

Now my nigga Dee, it been a month and plus some weeks and bro they all gone (that shit fucked up, that shit fucked up)