Hear Me Out Lyrics

Take a trip and it ride or slide You want to Bentley or you want the scat

She want to come get high and vibe I told her up front ain't no feelings attached

I'm fuck with the runtz but my brother say he ain't high enough

He finna throw one back, heard his hoe got wack

They might put the blame on me, Mono, maybe it could be lil Jarek

They say I been working myself too hard I ain't nigga kids but they gone inherit it

Served a couple bags on the boulevard I work hard for the Louis V, why wouldn't I wear it

Touch a onion a plethora times that's imperative

I'm a boss it got ups and it's downs fuck the eras

I'm getting paper with some of my elders And I'm fucking on hoes that was born in my era

She tried to tell me her name but she don't speak English, I think she said it was Sarah

She want a nigga on toxic shit, she said one day I'm trippin

And one day I don't really care I just want some love, I'm done with affairs

Two times, known to splurge on appearal, she caught the ick cause I said I'm a player

Had to tell the hoe that I don't mean that, I'm a play her

Put my trust in this Glock let beat like a snair

Had to walk in the spot first thing that she thought it was something on fire

But it's too much zot in the air Walked down the road in the trench

Have you ever seen a zombie or junkie off drugs they ain't real

Would you help pay the fee if your bro need appeal

They live in this fantasy thinking it's Jack and it's Jill

Till this day I'm commentating member that ain't even here

Thought about crashing like time after time

Circle small, the largest ones always divide

Get in my thoughts when these drugs on hand Take another dose let the shit wear down

I can't even cap you had left me when I was on back road

I deserve your loyalty, I might get it tat on me

You did me wrong, I be trippin' I'm talking to mama

Like, why did this fuck niggas rat on me

Sadness and confidence, came from my family

Closest ones hating, some of them, gon' brag on you

Sack the QB referee threw a flag on the flag

But we already put a toe tag on him

Always been a soldier, boy, put my swag on

Know he aim for caps, he ain't wanna put his hat on

Know I ain't just rapping, bout biz, I'ma stand on it freak hoe made you pay, I ain't pay to put hands on it

Go question your bro, I don't know why he ran on you

Nigga, play wit my family, Lil shhh put bands on you

I see he a fan, that nigga ain't got no money to come take a stand with the troops

Been the flyest, I was fucking on hoes wit no fan in the coupe

Been my bro, knee high, I don't even got a pay him shoot

Some of my bros in college, and some locked down

Some of them made their way for the loot

Can't let a bro crash, the crackers been waiting for him to do it

Late night trappin, told brother I ain't waiting to move it

We built this shit from the ground up

These niggas fuck up in Hating, but we ain't finna lose