CYPHER: Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter & Tata (PART 2) lyrics

[Intro: Tata]
Huh, back again, Grah

(Verse 1: TaTa)
Look, right now I’m high up in the air
All my thoughts rot in my brain
My anxiety through the roof, I swear I hate the f*cking planet
I just, hate it when it rains, where was you when it was raining on me?
I was in pain, all these n*ggas just kept-
Money attracts the girls you want, struggle attracts the girls you need
I don’t brag about this sh*t, but it’s so many people I-
But where they at when I’m in need, nowhere to be found, I’m by myself
I been barley f*ckin eating, I eat percs I need some help
f*ck being rich, b*tch I need wealth, drugs not good for my health
Every time me and her f*ck, I think how she f*ck someone else
I think about it, and I cry, I think about it, I get high
I think about it, how she lied, b*tch you said he was just a friend
Huh, I walk up in the club, I’m throwing ten
Huh, I’m with my brothers n*gga, f*ck a friend
Every time when I get mad, I mask up and then I bend
Like b*tch I’m throwing up the dub, all these n*ggas follow trends
And I swear I got no friends, I did it by my doley
Yeah I do sh*t for n*ggas, they don’t owe me
I let it rip for n*ggas, that was the old me
Like f*ck this label sh*t, they tryna own me
And they know I’m one of a kind, so these n*ggas cannot clone me
That’s a fact n*gga, I don’t talk so I just rap n*gga
41 like, I put this sh*t on my back n*gga
And that’s no cap n*gga, like I be smacked n*gga
Grah, look
(Verse 2: Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter)
Glah, Glah
All of the real could relate, at the top you don’t care bout your view
f*ck them b*tches I’m all about you
Why do you treat me the way that you do?
If I went back to the bottom, is you really riding it through?
Like, why is you hiding the truth?
Flexing the sh*t I was buying for you
Every one want to feel some love, can’t see my bro, he got limited [?]
Know he good every crib that he been in, like on the phone with unlimited minutes
If if the energy off from a- she get the [?] when me made out the function
Eighty degrees, you could go to the beach, roll up a spliff, while we watching the sunset
Like, let’s have a talk, open up let me get in your mental
I don’t want you to see me for my money, like, I want to love to be real
Tryna see if she solid for real, [?] you feel what I feel
Grah, like if I crash is you grabbin the wheel?
Keep it a buck b*tch, what is you doing for me?
Got myself, it ain’t nothing I need
Like if I lose it, is you gonna leave?
Damn I’m damaged, don’t judge
Heart broke, you could fix it with trust
Like-like damn, I miss you too, pus*y pretty I get enough
f*ck this love, I can’t tell if it’s true
Double back she gon toss me my tool
In the stu with my tool, ima talk in the-
And that b*tch not a lover from my point of view
Glah, where the f*ck is you at?
When I’m calling her phone, she not calling me back
See this b*tch on my body, she got me attached
f*ck these feelings I got in my-
We could, [?] for [?] I would still, I never lack
On her body she on timing, but I can tell it’s a-
If she just want me for the bucks, then that dumb b*tch is out of-
I keep my feelings in the cut, now that sh*t twinning with my gun
Glah, mix Sprite with Tris
Come here, one more kiss
[?] and my hand on your hip
If they talking, I don’t give a sh*t
Like, said I don’t give a f*ck
If they- what- like I don’t know if it’s love or it’s lust