Lean On Me

(CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, oh

I had gave you so much real, I shouldn't have done that
I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back
I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me
My first time on TV was the news, nigga
Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me
I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (ayy)
I was just broke, it's amazin'
Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me
Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery

I know you don't drink Promethazine
I still want you to lean on me
I'm sorry the streets been callin' me
I just hate when you take my dawgs from me
So just in case I buy another Frenchie
I go out my way to kill enemies
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Bitch, you could have a hundred guns, but it's about what you gon' do with 'em
On top of my opps like mountains, I hate to say what I'm gon' do with 'em
My shooters somethin' like Babe Ruth, just ordered me a new hitter
And he's from New York and I'm a giant, nigga, who little?
This shit somethin' like the music, after you spin, it get more realer
I'm not a gentleman, I walk in and let the door hit her
The label, they just cut the check and I ain't have no scissors
Blue face hundreds, my money ain't got no rhythm
Know my Draco step, that's why I'm standin' on the porch with him
I'ma win and I got ties now, I ain't sparin' no nigga
Real dream chaser, tomorrow I might go and buy some four-wheelers
Tywan was at the corner store with a Mad Dog and a four nickle
Nigga made me mad, dawg, I flash out with no liquor
You a rapper, not a real nigga, they need to log you out of Twitter

I just wanna be alone
And leave all of my people strong
I still can't believe we on
I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried
He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty
I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy
My bedroom and my car, it got the same curtains
I know it helped me when you changed, but it's still hurtin'
I had to fire all my feelings, it just wasn't workin'
I still ride around with my metal, she got plastic surgery

I had gave you so much real, I shouldn't have done that
I sent my nigga on a drill, I pray he come back
I got my heat so stop actin' like you cool with me
My first time on TV was the news, nigga
Had to leave that bitch, she kept tryna record me
I do not rap, this shit just real nigga poetry (ayy)
I was just broke, it's amazin'
Soon as I got some money, niggas talkin' like they made me
Chains on a nigga, it reminded me of slavery

I just wanna be alone
And leave all of my people strong
I still can't believe we on
I had prayed a hundred times, I was still worried
He washed that stick a hundred times, it was still dirty
I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy

I know you don't drink Promethazine
I still want you to lean on me
I'm sorry the streets been callin' me