Big Sad 1900 - No Phones lyrics
[Big Sad 1900 - No Phones lyrics]
I just like freestyling anyway, you know what I'm sayin'? Like
I think it's better that way anyway, like, you know what I'm sayin'? Dead homies
Why the bitch think I'm mad? I ain't mad, bitch (MikeMadeThe808s)
Bitch think I'm mad
Bitch
I been makin' investments, bitch
Fuck I'm mad about, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to nevеr talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song thе way I stay in my feelings
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million (Ayy, nigga)
Tryna run my money up, these niggas want me dead (Yeah)
But they don't got enough to go and put it on my head (Oh yeah)
I ain't entertaining what a broke nigga said (Nah)
And I ain't tryna beef with a nigga that I fed (Nah)
I'm livin' how I'm livin', can't no nigga vouch for me (Hell nah)
I grew up where they murder, what you know about some beef? (Nigga)
They'll shoot you in your back, what you know about police? (What you know about police?)
Got too many dead friends, I really grew up on that street (I grew up on that street, nigga)
I ain't talkin' to nobody, I don't really wanna speak (Nah)
Hope you got it, 'cause I got it, better use it when we meet
Said my name in that song, but your homies know you weak
We the topic of discussion, niggas know who the elite (Know who the elite)
Niggas pop it 'bout my name, but y'all don't really want no action (Yeah)
Niggas know who got that money, niggas know who did the crashin' (Niggas know)
Niggas know who really pimpin', niggas know who really passin' (Niggas know)
Just like we know who serious and who out here really slackin' (Dead homies)
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to never talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song the way I stay in my feelings (Yeah)
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million (Dead homies)
Look, I ain't ask for nothin', I just went and got my own (Yeah)
I was sleepin' in my car, I just went and got a home (On everything)
Niggas never taught us right, but they wanna say we wrong (Niggas always say we wrong)
I ain't friendly with these niggas, I ain't tryna do no song (Nah)
My heart gone, half-dead, but I'm still here (Still here)
I drink lean until I'm sleep, Lord, I think these bitches weird (Bitches weird)
Be embarrassed by somebody I love is one of my fears (Yeah)
Ain't respondin' to my texts, I ain't talkin' to my peers (Nah)
We take nothin' to the heart and take it all to the chin (Take it all to the chin)
I was shoppin' for my son, they tried to kill me in my Benz (Tried to kill me in my Benz)
I thought niggas was my homies, I thought niggas was my friends (Fuck niggas)
India left my side, I guess she had different plans (Yeah)
Dead homies, nigga
Yeah, niggas out here playin' with they life for some views, man
Niggas' songs be trash
But then they just become haters on podcasts
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to never talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song the way I stay in my feelings (Yeah)
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million
I think it's better that way anyway, like, you know what I'm sayin'? Dead homies
Why the bitch think I'm mad? I ain't mad, bitch (MikeMadeThe808s)
Bitch think I'm mad
Bitch
I been makin' investments, bitch
Fuck I'm mad about, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to nevеr talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song thе way I stay in my feelings
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million (Ayy, nigga)
Tryna run my money up, these niggas want me dead (Yeah)
But they don't got enough to go and put it on my head (Oh yeah)
I ain't entertaining what a broke nigga said (Nah)
And I ain't tryna beef with a nigga that I fed (Nah)
I'm livin' how I'm livin', can't no nigga vouch for me (Hell nah)
I grew up where they murder, what you know about some beef? (Nigga)
They'll shoot you in your back, what you know about police? (What you know about police?)
Got too many dead friends, I really grew up on that street (I grew up on that street, nigga)
I ain't talkin' to nobody, I don't really wanna speak (Nah)
Hope you got it, 'cause I got it, better use it when we meet
Said my name in that song, but your homies know you weak
We the topic of discussion, niggas know who the elite (Know who the elite)
Niggas pop it 'bout my name, but y'all don't really want no action (Yeah)
Niggas know who got that money, niggas know who did the crashin' (Niggas know)
Niggas know who really pimpin', niggas know who really passin' (Niggas know)
Just like we know who serious and who out here really slackin' (Dead homies)
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to never talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song the way I stay in my feelings (Yeah)
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million (Dead homies)
Look, I ain't ask for nothin', I just went and got my own (Yeah)
I was sleepin' in my car, I just went and got a home (On everything)
Niggas never taught us right, but they wanna say we wrong (Niggas always say we wrong)
I ain't friendly with these niggas, I ain't tryna do no song (Nah)
My heart gone, half-dead, but I'm still here (Still here)
I drink lean until I'm sleep, Lord, I think these bitches weird (Bitches weird)
Be embarrassed by somebody I love is one of my fears (Yeah)
Ain't respondin' to my texts, I ain't talkin' to my peers (Nah)
We take nothin' to the heart and take it all to the chin (Take it all to the chin)
I was shoppin' for my son, they tried to kill me in my Benz (Tried to kill me in my Benz)
I thought niggas was my homies, I thought niggas was my friends (Fuck niggas)
India left my side, I guess she had different plans (Yeah)
Dead homies, nigga
Yeah, niggas out here playin' with they life for some views, man
Niggas' songs be trash
But then they just become haters on podcasts
Ayy, look, we had bad days and then we parted ways (And then we parted ways)
Know some shit about you that I'm takin' to my grave (Shh)
Recouping with that deal when they did you like a slave (When they did you like a slave)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I been tryna change my ways (Huh?)
We got a million rappers wanna tell us 'bout some drillin' (Fuck outta here)
We was taught to never talk about it when we killin' (Yeah)
I just put it in a song the way I stay in my feelings (Yeah)
Did it brick after brick, I was tryna make a million