Look what we become Lyrics

Baby, can't you hear my call

Is it loud enough

Don't wanna, don't wanna fall

You know I need you

Can't do it without you

I think we done over here

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

They be like, damn, hell, you been lit as hell since you was young

Product of the South, momma proud as hell what I become

I can't stand too close to niggas, I been clutching on my gun

Heard my nigga used to be in band, but now he toating on a drum

Niggas still pussy, one thing never fail

Never forget love, my bitches in the NFL

And she can't tell him shit, cause it ain't nothing to tell

These niggas scared dog they tucking in they tails

We on they ass on that bitch nigga

How the fuck you really say you gang, you a switcher

Might as well say you sold your soul, you a cold nigga

You thought it's smart to fuck over lil' hell, you a bold nigga

Drugs inside my body only time I'm feeling real

Go grab my cleats from out the car, it's time to hit the field

Just got a touchdown on some bows, and some perky pills

I been rolling all alone, I don't know how to feel

like damn, yeah you really is the one, you gotta let them see it

That's why I step on niggas neck, just like I'm undefeated

What's so understood aint got to be said, don't even speak

I had your family end up crying, a lot of mommas weeping

Stand on business like I spell it with my feet

How you gon' run with game, lil' bitch you can't compete

Lot of bitch talking, all y'all niggas sweet

I live bout money, I can't count it in my sleep

I throw that was your bitch, she sliding in my sheets

Tried to tell ya dog that lil' bitch from the street

And now he nigga mad, nah that nigga want to beef

I speak a different language, I speak Guapanese

Type of nigga tell you what it is and tell you how it's come

Real nigga came up from the steeps, really came from nothing

Turning mud into bricks, then we made it something

How we family and we friends, but we still fussing

We scratching for the same bread, we ain't nothing

Scratching for the same bread, we ain't nothing

They be like, damn, hell, you was lit as hell since you was young

Product of the south, mama proud as hell what i become ,

I can't stand too close to niggas, I been clutching on my gun

Heard my nigga used to be in band, toating on a drum

Toating on a drum

Heard my nigga used to be in band, now he toaing on a drum

Down bad, look at where you've come

Down bad, look at where you've come