Lil Zay Osama - Have You Ever lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - Have You Ever lyrics]
(Tahj Money)
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I know us saying "It what it is"
But it ain't gotta listen to what you think
A lot of shit, i can't explain
The things I did some for
How the fuck could you complain?
If you my nigga
Then why we arguing over this
Money? This shit crazy
Whole gang with me everyday
I pay for food, I pay for bonds, I never play
And lil' brother took that shit
And said to you, but I had to pay
I don't wanna hear what you was mad for
But then stand on what you say
When you get money
They move funny and then you become the blunt
I put the city in the hood
I rock the flyest shit
I'm the reason all you niggas looking good
Squashin' beef behind our back
But y'all the reason we're on tour
They say when they see an opp'
How they gon' do it, but never do it
I heard niggas saying that I
Ain't post they music
I did a song, put it on my page
You don't promote your music
You know them diamonds cloudy and they
Ain't wanna post their jeweler
It ain't hard to get you touched
In, we'll touch your shooters, mm-mm
I did that bit and came back
Took care of a kid that ain't mine
Risked my life just for a
Block that hang with opps, why he ain't die?
Free Skino, I done sent big bro a fire
I shed blood, sweat, and tears for
My block, that's on the guys, uh uh
Have you ever been through the mud?
Have you ever watched doors close
On a thug? Huh
Have your ever, uh, lost blood? Mm hmm
Have you ever? Uh, got showed no love, mm
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I know us saying "It what it is"
But it ain't gotta listen to what you think
A lot of shit, i can't explain
The things I did some for
How the fuck could you complain?
If you my nigga
Then why we arguing over this
Money? This shit crazy
Whole gang with me everyday
I pay for food, I pay for bonds, I never play
And lil' brother took that shit
And said to you, but I had to pay
I don't wanna hear what you was mad for
But then stand on what you say
When you get money
They move funny and then you become the blunt
I put the city in the hood
I rock the flyest shit
I'm the reason all you niggas looking good
Squashin' beef behind our back
But y'all the reason we're on tour
They say when they see an opp'
How they gon' do it, but never do it
I heard niggas saying that I
Ain't post they music
I did a song, put it on my page
You don't promote your music
You know them diamonds cloudy and they
Ain't wanna post their jeweler
It ain't hard to get you touched
In, we'll touch your shooters, mm-mm
I did that bit and came back
Took care of a kid that ain't mine
Risked my life just for a
Block that hang with opps, why he ain't die?
Free Skino, I done sent big bro a fire
I shed blood, sweat, and tears for
My block, that's on the guys, uh uh
Have you ever been through the mud?
Have you ever watched doors close
On a thug? Huh
Have your ever, uh, lost blood? Mm hmm
Have you ever? Uh, got showed no love, mm