Isaiah Rashad - Break A Habit lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - Break A Habit lyrics]
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Look, I got 5 for 10s, 2 for 20s
Hop out this brand new religion
Powered up, Im stupid with it
Powdered up on juice for-really
Ask him is his soul for sale?
Like ain’t my hoe for sale?
Half a pound, half a child
See how my shit average out
Niggas ain’t got no courage
But they sober, now they blasting off
Talking shit, talking down
See how this shit average out
I got my ink pen on my shoulders
I got some real love on my shoulders
Keep it real raw like they showed me
I peeled off it’s October, It’s on ya
It’s in me
Still real in the backseat tripping
Young jit in the frontseat tripping
Don’t spill in the backseat pimpin
When I drive it it make you nervous
Y’all niggas ain’t got no heart
My niggas don’t need no closure
My niggas ain’t have no daddys papa
One fucked on my baby mama
Nigga you know the world deceiving
It was like one of my favorite partners
What I’m ‘posed to do with my other partners?
It’s getting ugly Mama
She said, "don’t you fucking relapse"
I’m like, yeah
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Look, I got 5 for 10s, 2 for 20s
Hop out this brand new religion
Powered up, Im stupid with it
Powdered up on juice for-really
Ask him is his soul for sale?
Like ain’t my hoe for sale?
Half a pound, half a child
See how my shit average out
Niggas ain’t got no courage
But they sober, now they blasting off
Talking shit, talking down
See how this shit average out
I got my ink pen on my shoulders
I got some real love on my shoulders
Keep it real raw like they showed me
I peeled off it’s October, It’s on ya
It’s in me
Still real in the backseat tripping
Young jit in the frontseat tripping
Don’t spill in the backseat pimpin
When I drive it it make you nervous
Y’all niggas ain’t got no heart
My niggas don’t need no closure
My niggas ain’t have no daddys papa
One fucked on my baby mama
Nigga you know the world deceiving
It was like one of my favorite partners
What I’m ‘posed to do with my other partners?
It’s getting ugly Mama
She said, "don’t you fucking relapse"
I’m like, yeah
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane