Casper TNG, Burna Bandz - SeaSick lyrics

Yeah, uh, ayy (Harmonics made a hit)
That Seasick

How I came up, drill
When I had nothin' to sell
My whole hood know I'm for real
Your whole hood know I'm for real
The fake love they show, it don't mean shit
I'm like Jaylen Brown on my green shit
I'm high, I'm smokin' that pack
That gas on land but I still feel seasick

People tell me I'm evil like three-six
And it's funny 'cause people ain't seen shit
Bro' going through trial, hope he beat it
Locked up, I was feelin' defeated
Same time I was chillin' with demons
Now I'm home and I'm still too conceited
Made a way, I just had to believe it
Baby, give me someone to believe in
If a bitch gon' play, then
A bitch gon' play, nigga
That was never really your bitch
And Casper, he got no time
I'm sorry, not sorry, i'm tryna get rich
And your man ain't gettin' no money
Got his life savin' on my wrist
And your mans ain't gettin' no money
But his friends gon' keep getting flipped
You a bad lil' mama, don't trip
Don't try to go through my texts
You want that Dior dress
I get that shit shipped in express
All alone in the cell, it's stress
Thinkin' the days I was rockin' a vest
Thinkin' the days I can hop in the Benz
Bitch, it's a shame I got locked in the feds

How I came up, drill
When I had nothin' to sell
My whole hood know I'm for real
Your whole hood know I'm for real
The fake love they show, it don't mean shit
I'm like Jaylen Brown on my green shit
I'm high, I'm smokin' that pack
That gas on land but I still feel seasick

Yeah, all this water on me
Made me feel seasick
Don't give me a reason, switch on the Glock
Don't give me a reason
Yeah, and my ankle monitor, it keep beepin'
And this Rollie, it ain't tick
So much nights at the pot I had my wrist in
Yeah, Lord forgive me for the nights
I couldn't control my demons
I swear, being a real nigga ain't easy
I swear, this road to the M's ain't easy
All I know is pop out the cut, no freezin'
She say she never want me to leave
She wan' take my heart away and keep it
Fresh out of jail, hundred in the mail
Young nigga ballin' hard, no deal
Young nigga ballin', no NFL (No NFL)
We was playin' manhunt, like for real
Long live John Wick, crodie gave out hell
T-Dub got that gun sittin' by the belt
How we came up, all we knew is drill

How I came up, drill
When I had nothin' to sell
My whole hood know I'm for real
Your whole hood know I'm for real
The fake love they show, it don't mean shit
I'm like Jaylen Brown on my green shit
I'm high, I'm smokin' that pack
That gas on land but I still feel seasick