Used 2 Wanna KMS lyrics

Took you out the hood to a better life, sitting and f*cked up, telling you about a better price
Jumping out my sleep, phone ringing, that sh*t every night
I would never put my hands on you, that mean i love you right?
20 hour drives with me, ain't mean to f*ck it up
Blew 20 thousand in 1 week, now you crazy as f*ck
Told you on the visit, imma come home and run it up
She like: "what you doin with your bros?" we packin bundles up
I know i ain't perfect, i thought you was worth it
Five letter pages, used to write me in cursive
Remember times you bought that work anytime i was hurtin
Young reckless n*gga, i know you ain't deserve it
I took her from Popeyes to Ruth's Chris
Throw it in my face like I ain't do sh*t
Used to be my best friend, the one I can move with
Tryin to do this rap sh*t instead of trappin and shoot sh*t
Yeah yeah, touching gang signs
Put that time in with ya b*tch, and she be gone
And when im at the trap all day, that make me wrong?
I was trappin off obama you bought me the IPhone
Same outfit made you wait outside the parole
I was sitting in that cell for years i don't wanna be alone
I ain't worried bout them old b*tches, delete em out the phone
Done f*ckin with them dirty n*ggas, come on come on come on come on come on

What a n*gga supposed to do, when you provide for them full?
When you thinkin bout winning, and your worst fear is losing
Don't you worry about my brothers, until we see how b*tches choosing
It broke my heart when she called 12 on me
Whole trust issues broke to pieces
Me and brodie in the kitchen, breaking down pieces
I love my money way more, so that mean I'm cheatin?
Phone on DND, when she around me
She like playing in my face, i made another three
I made another thousand dollars fresh out my sleep
I used to babysit the kids while trapping out the V
[?] C'mon on (Come on, C'mon, (what that mean?)) C'mon (f*ck it.) f*ck it, it’s on to the next
I done wasted all them years, turn around and say you stressed
Had you cookin like my grandma, thinkin you the best for me
Even called auntie and got the recipe


Had to loop the beat, you runnin around with [?] got you the new [?]
I ain't do sh*t for you, what you do for me?
She like you spendin to much money on amiris
She like "i love you, can you listen, do you hear me?"
Trauma got me f*cked up can't think clearly
Remember when you waited in the car, while i hit a lick?
Ankle bracelet on, only 2 bullets hit my [?]
Tell you, "we safe as sh*t"
I remember the first day i met you, did yo thing so damn good swore you were a blessing
You was my henny bottle to help me with my stressin
You was my top shelf, and now you just a mid, ain't that a b*tch?
Im in the studio, you texting me bullsh*t
You know i ain't got a boss baby, I just be doing sh*t
Stepdaddy of the year, I just be buying sh*t, put the kids in the I8, i just be driving sh*t
Took you from New York to Miami, and got you all your chances and put food in the pantry
You know im antisocial but i still met your family

Yeah, I sold a lot of crack
I used to hit the road and trap and leave you with my pack
You put the kids to sleep, answer the door, and sell crack
We grind together, how you losing? what type of sh*t is that?
Your sons think I'm they dad, a real n*gga, im just something they ain't never had
Helped you get that BBL to make you feel better
I woulda loved you if you was fat, fupa, flat ass
OG said a long time ago; "dont throw your eggs all in one basket"
Father what? I'm a young old dirty bast*rd
I couldn't get a commissary, drop off a package
Why i move like this? because dumb b*tch I really never had it
Just know we came up from roaches, came up from stealing cars, you know we not voting
You know im gonna resist arrest, you know im not going
Having dreams that you gone but f*ck it i already know it
But it be like that, how you gon leave like that? why you wanna hurt yourself?
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How you gon believe in that?
Put the car in your name and said you need it back