Gotta Be Lyrics

Yeah

It's Fadah

Yeah

Yeah

I'm charging for juice like a battery phone

My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall

They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"

I cannot relate

They told me to get to the money it's waiting

I cannot be late

Yeah

I check her ID ain't no way that she grown

I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known

She tell me that pussy is here for the take

It gotta be bait

Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake

It gotta be

I know my enemies proud of me

I'm not around and they chatting me

These niggas sweeter than calories

Cant get no sugar up out of me

I just doubled up dip on my salary

Them my brothers umbrella academy

Keep an eye who you wanna call ya team

Niggas tough until they looking at subpoenas

Virtual in my reality

Hit record sit my phone on the vanity

She ain't stopping till she pull it outa me

Till I swell up her throat like a allergy

Shooter, I study formality

Hit the gun range and work on my strategy

Take a paper and pack to capacity

Take a trip and end up where I'd rather be

Niggas wait till you dead and then dedicate

If I diss him it's short for disintegrate

Met a cutie at yoga we meditate

See if she finna go she said namaste

I ain't cooking just yet this a marinate

I ain't teaching the game but I educate

I ain't blacking I'm seeing red anyway

I ain't scratching I'm setting the record straight

Left his crib and he woke up at heavens gate

Left his gun and he facing mortality

Heard that boy was a predator anyway

I ain't tripping he at where he ought to be

I ain't tripping I post it beside of me

Ain't shit don't come to me naturally

Ain't shit about you reality

Ain't shit about me normality

Nigga

I'm charging for juice for juice like a battery phone

My baby a beauty her portrait should be in a gallery hall

They say "till they make it they gotta be fake"

I cannot relate

They told me to get the money it's waiting

I cannot be late

I check her ID ain't no way that she grown

I step in the door and they act like they know me they know that I gotta be known

She tell me that pussy is here for the take

It gotta be bait

Don't know me but say that they love me it's fake

It gotta be