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Lullaby

 

Lullaby

(album: Pluto x Baby Pluto - 2020)


I got off-topic, I start
Talking about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah, DY Krazy)
Talking about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we laying right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

Yeah
And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game
Uh-huh

Five, four, three, two, one
I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done
Said I changed when the money start coming
How the fuck you think I wasn't gon' catch on to all that game you was runnin'?
See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider
That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom
Now tell me what's that about?
Why you telling niggas about my stash spot?
She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot
See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out
See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (Skrrt)
Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out
Man, you see I don't care about love

I got off-topic, I start
Talking about the drugs and all of the profit and (Yeah)
Talking about the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (Yeah)
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk to bitches even when you right here
I text 'em in the room when we laying right next to each other
I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed
'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (Yeah), yeah

I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too
I think her mama even feeling me too
You got a million excuse
When you broke, I just brought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah
Summertime, top off
But my seats, they all made of goose
I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth
I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah)
Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop
But I can't blame her because
Baby girl had to get her bills paid
They was up and I got my meals late
Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great
I still feel weight
Man, I'm touching on your hand and you still don't feel me
Damn

It's just a lullaby, yeah
Sometimes you just gotta say bye
(I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah
(Put me on my side)

Picture me, broke as shit (What?)
Not getting money, shit, I'd probably be hitting licks (Yeah)
Probably be flipping bricks (Yeah)
Probably be pimping chicks (Yeah)
I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or something
We kill niggas for like fifty G's (Flex)
I got that nigga hit for a ten-piece (Yeah)
They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in
See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in
Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone
Shit, man, we kill for fun
Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one
That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs
'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (Yeah)
Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (So?)
If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day
See, my bitch, she think I'm having fun, I'm just cheating
But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meeting, uh
I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug
Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family
I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies
Now I got bitches from overseas taking off they panties
See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy
I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (Fresh)
They'll pull the white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy
I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landing, I'm gone, yeah

And it's just crazy how
The whole time niggas be plotting on you (Goodbye, world)
These bitches be plotting on you (I'm going to Pluto)
All you got is you at the end of the day
You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way
Yeah
It's just a lullaby

done

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