You can tell every day I wake up when I'm smiling
That I'm so full of your love, to deny it
And if I be sure, I'm a prisoner at war
And I'll be sure, I'm a prisoner of yours
Your love, baby, baby
Your love, baby, baby
I'm tryna win
Kobe in 2009, I be scared to pass the ball
My family full of alcoholics, they ready for alcohol
I got it on me now and yeah, I'm ready to back you off
Your mama be sleeping good at night, she must ain't never got that call
On the other end of the phone saying her baby ain't okay
They done caught that nigga slipping, he had a baby on the way
What the fuck I look like leaving up out my house without my gun?
Let my mama ever feel like a nigga popped one of her sons, niggas tripping
When one of her sons already died by the gun, but it was different
A suicide, wishing that it was you alive
Telling the police, "Kiss my ass," making them niggas do they job
Don't even gotta do a lot, fuck with me, it's do or die
A lot of these niggas live a lie, I was just out here getting by
Y'all don't even like to smoke no weed, y'all niggas out here getting high
Y'all don't even like to take care of y'all kids, y'all niggas just give 'em out
I be out here by myself, why let y'all niggas 'round?
None of you niggas 'round me, nigga
You niggas ain't the same, nigga, we ain't nothing alike, nigga, this Baby, nigga
You know? When you even think of Kirk
Nigga, when you even speak of Kirk, nigga
Know what you speaking on, nigga
This shit different
Ready to tie the knot just because you get a ring
Looked her in the eyes and told her she fucking with a king
Don't be thinking this shit sweet because you love a nigga smile
Even on them days you weak, you gotta hold all this shit down
It's responsibility to fuck with a man that's built like me
Like the segregated days, I don't let these niggas sit by me
Like Remember the Titans, I don't let these niggas play with me
Like you got a key to my house, you know this pistol stay with me
I can't even sleep without my fye
Like it make you lose my appetite, I can't eat without my fye
I don't do them type of drugs, y'all niggas can't think when y'all that high
So I don't do them type of drugs and they don't be wanting you to grow
So I don't do them type of plugs
And I ain't taking off my shoes if you don't keep your carpet clean
I'd rather stand outside the door 'cause I don't do them type of rugs
And I got integrity, she be tryna get here next to me
When she know she fucking with my dawg, bitch, I don't do them type of hugs
Kobe in 2009, I be scared to pass the ball
My family full of alcoholics, they ready for alcohol
I got it on me now and yeah, I'm ready to back you off
Your mama be sleeping good at night, she must ain't never got that call
On the other end of the phone saying her baby ain't okay
They done caught that nigga slipping, he had a baby on the way
What the fuck I look like leaving up out my house without my gun?
Let my mama ever feel like a nigga popped one of her sons, niggas tripping
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