Bitter sweet Lyrics

So give me all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me

They havin' dope-themed visions They gon' stay blinded

Love my neighborhood like Nip Cause niggas stay wildin

I want peace, but can't shake the fact my spirit hurt

Gotta keep my head up, but I'm fed up lookin' at these hurts

A lot of niggas dead, only see them on a shirt

Takin' trips to cemeteries just to put them in the dirt

These niggas don't know God, they ain't never been to church

A bitch can't show you how to pray, but she can teach you how to twerk

When I was young, I'm still fortune-baitin' turf

Until I realized the streets alive, but dove in here first

I was good with the bitches, then I dove up in they purse

Dope-themed rentals floored up, then patrol the turf

Ayy, ain't have a nine-to-five, rather stay alive

Like I watched them burn the circle, K-Rob, let the K fire

A nigga try to sabotage my hustle, then it's bedtime

Seen a lot of niggas out here runnin' up on their time

Movin' sloppy in these streets to get you hit with fair time

Rip the long live, take a give, it's a thin line

Can't go to church because Worgie Ray's, you can still die

Cousin on the way to the league, but he still grindin

Bouncy, bittersweet, I can barely eat

Thinkin' bout' how much my city done took from me

It had me laughin' and cryin' at the same time

Niggas still wildin' in the streets, throwin' gang signs

Can't chase his past, cause everybody still dyin

Momma washin' blood off they clothes while they still cryin

Son on his way to the league, but he still slidin

Daughter on the blade for some change, but she can't find

Late night, posted like a fiend, sellin' gray, white

Play nice, fire, hear that nigga break his silver ice

Cookin' niggas, shrimp, fryin, stir-fry, season niggas

Gave them all a game until they cried, come on

You can wing the nigga, they ain't loyal

Niggas ain't glorious, I'm Bulldogger, bitch

I'm Mr. Georgetown, boy, you tell him, stay up on your pivot

Cause most of these hoes ain't for you, they are strictly for your asses

And niggas out to destroy you, real crabs in the bucket

Strong grip at the ankle tight

Never let you go until you dead, the real hater type

It's 26, gotta switch, have it soundin' like a chaos eye

When it go down, you in a house, you don't play outside

Scared crow, in the field, bitch, I stay outside

That nigga play with me, they gon' find him so glazed outside

Stay up in your lane and hold your own, cause niggas sweet as hell

When I think bout you, bittersweet, I can barely eat

Thinkin' bout how much my city done took from me

It had me laughin' and cryin' at the same time

Niggas still wildin' in the streets, throwin' gang signs

Can't change the past, cause everybody still dyin

Mama washin' blood off they clothes while they still cryin

Son on his way to the league, but he still slidin

Daughter on the blade for some change