Lil Maru - Forever lyrics
[Lil Maru - Forever lyrics]
Do it like your birthday
I made a hundred on my worst day
I had to pray for all them court dates
I remember I was doing bad
I was goin to work late
Aye, these people pay me for my sound
I'm in the studio, with the homies
Smoking loud asking for handouts
Homie you ain't even 'round
You get me back, I get you back
You finna end up in the ground
I'm getting tired of all these
People where my purple if you my homie
What you bringing to the circle
I heard my homie PC'd out
It made me hurt bro
I know my bitches always lurking
Always lurk though just left the block
I went straight back to the studio
I'm with some bitches and they
Really like don Julio
But, I can't really fuck with them
'cause they gon do me tho
My homie always fall for that little bitch
But she a groupie hoe
I was tryna put my lil
Homie on with some bread
But he just want to do 2-11s, and rob instead
If you keep fucking with the streets
Then you gon end up dead
Money coming in and all these
Lyrics coming out my head
If you coming to the crib you better tear it
When I'm goin to the Jewler
I'm getting carrots
Spent 400 on a belt, don't even wear it
Spent 400 on a belt, ion even wear it
I spent 400 on my shoes
I had to pay all of my dues
I'm looking right, and back and forwards
Like where the hell are all my dudes
I'm getting lazy all the time I
Had to pour another deuce
My homie always tryna kick it
So we always score on juice
She's tryna ask me how I'm doing
Tell this bitch I'm doing great
I called the plug up on the phone
He said "the package coming late"
I'm getting tired of this rap shit
Swear to God I need a break
I paid my Jewler a little extra
'cause, I a even tryna wait
Yeah, yeah
I made a hundred on my worst day
I had to pray for all them court dates
I remember I was doing bad
I was goin to work late
Aye, these people pay me for my sound
I'm in the studio, with the homies
Smoking loud asking for handouts
Homie you ain't even 'round
You get me back, I get you back
You finna end up in the ground
I'm getting tired of all these
People where my purple if you my homie
What you bringing to the circle
I heard my homie PC'd out
It made me hurt bro
I know my bitches always lurking
Always lurk though just left the block
I went straight back to the studio
I'm with some bitches and they
Really like don Julio
But, I can't really fuck with them
'cause they gon do me tho
My homie always fall for that little bitch
But she a groupie hoe
I was tryna put my lil
Homie on with some bread
But he just want to do 2-11s, and rob instead
If you keep fucking with the streets
Then you gon end up dead
Money coming in and all these
Lyrics coming out my head
If you coming to the crib you better tear it
When I'm goin to the Jewler
I'm getting carrots
Spent 400 on a belt, don't even wear it
Spent 400 on a belt, ion even wear it
I spent 400 on my shoes
I had to pay all of my dues
I'm looking right, and back and forwards
Like where the hell are all my dudes
I'm getting lazy all the time I
Had to pour another deuce
My homie always tryna kick it
So we always score on juice
She's tryna ask me how I'm doing
Tell this bitch I'm doing great
I called the plug up on the phone
He said "the package coming late"
I'm getting tired of this rap shit
Swear to God I need a break
I paid my Jewler a little extra
'cause, I a even tryna wait
Yeah, yeah