SEAN COMBS Lyrics

A lot of niggas told me they gon' kill me, pick a day time

That day I'ma step up out the house with a K or nine

Hatin' niggas talk a lot of gangsta, bitch, I know they kind

Sit behind the screen all day, how they stay sliding

Fell in love for the umpteen time, that was a waste of time

Told me she can't benefit from me, and stimulate her mind

I could've just stuck by myself and still played the side

Toast to them bitches who I hate inside

Niggas tried to kick while I was down I couldn't stay humble

Even though you didn't support the raps, I still bought drank from you

Had to stop chasin' around a bitch, cause bitches chase nothin' Thought she upgraded to a boss, that boy had 800

I know that bitch sick, that I'm on now

You could've been here with a nigga, but you chose not

World on my shoulders, but they big just like Roblox

Everybody don't live a fairytale because of Road blocks

They can't hold me back, but I'm not Rick Ross

Officer, this ain't no drink on me, this just some zip sauce

Post a picture on my IG, have my ex pissed off

Hutch and Johnny Dang aint do that piece, take that kit off

Solely by myself, I'm still in solitude

On the top floor lookin' down from the fountain blue

I be sippin' so much drink without a common flu

Rich nigga, you ain't see what them dollars do

Put a four up in the two-liter that Dugg on me

You can't speed when you get behind the wheel, them drugs on me

Dog talk too much up in his songs and we gon' plug homie

I feel like an nomad from all this fuckin' road runnin

I used to have love, not no more though

Only niggas I knew 20 plus inside my photos

I would never put trust in a bitch, that's a no-no

Flashy nigga, I can still ball just like Ocho

Always in the field, but I'm not wearin' cleats

Only hang with niggas when my job is niggas scared to eat

Never seen the money train comin', how dare you leave?

You know I gotta keep some paper on me in these flare jeans

Cause I been up and been down, that's the way of life

Bumped my head a couple times before I played it right

Fuck bein' broke, remember days, I could taste a pint

On my mama, I ain't goin' back to them rainy nights

No more kerosene heaters, noodles out the pack

I'm with my brothers right now at the Shake Shack

Any nigga turn their back on us, ain't no take-backs

On some Sean Comb shit, nigga, take that