Abada Lyrics

It's like if I don't go to school, my fam don't even care

Bout to go see Uncle V, he somewhere in the air

I know we got a apple tree, but where the fuck the pears

We ain't even call em Handerson, we called that nigga bear

You ain't even wanna lend me shit, cause you don't like to share

You just gotta keep on going, bro this shit ain't fair

I want you in my bed

But not right now, baby, I'm doing shit

This two toned forty on my side came with a cooling kit

I'm bout to take it back 2005 like Ludacris

And Danny told me he was selling, but he was using it

They showed his body at the wake, I ain't even view that shit

Cause sometimes I be looking at corpse, I don't know who it is

Baby, come wind for me, ah

Baby, come wind for me, ah

I keep it mellow like Lala

Shorty you don't know your father

I said baby, come wind for me, ah yeah

Wind for me, yeah

I know you going through some hard times, but it doesn't matter

Whatever happened to Abada

Whatever happened to my dawg

You told me it's for life, then you leaped, like a frog

And little did I know you're for the street, oh my god

Hooping at the Tenney, nobody there, just me and Rod

I feel like I'm Zic the way I step in my Yeezy pods

You going against the greatest team in the world, nigga, that's a easy loss

Nigga tried ratting on my mans, now he gotta pay the cost

Nigga tried ratting on my mans, nigga, this ain't YSL

I ain't had no shorty or no friends, I was all by myself

Nigga tried to tell me what to do, but I ain't have no help

It's kinda hard to make it, nigga, peep the cards that I was dealt

It's kinda hard to make it, everybody got they situations

My uncle b got married, I ain't even get no invitation

And I ain't with that politics or presidential litigation

The last thing that Scotty ever told me, Benny you gonna make it

Remember we was kids and we was free styling in the basement

But now we trying to run it up and take this shit to different places

But I wish you was here so we could ball like the Las Vegas Aces

Man I wish you were here so we could ball like the Milwaukee Bucks

Fief getting busy in the gym, my boy a ocky fuck

I would've made it out my city, but I ran out of luck

I want you, in my bed

For one night

But you might line me up, I keep my gun tight

She getting scared, she heard them bullets that's the drum line

I walk around with no regrets I live a fun life

But I can't lie girl, I be thinking bout you sometimes

Well maybe more than sometimes

Okay it's maybe more than sometimes

Well yea it's maybe more than sometimes

And I got tight, I seen you hanging out with drunk guys

That nigga couldn't suffer nowhere man my unc tried

But it didn't work out in the end

And I could here em right now saying keep on going, Ben

My mind and body feel the same, but my heart been feeling different

Put a bad bitch on a yacht, she loom like London Tipton

I be tryna give advice but niggas never listen

And don't be stressed about your life, the shits already written

I be with my real rights, y'all niggas live in fiction

They got a pick of me when you search drippy in the diction