Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Lul Timm - I Swear lyrics

(Cxb know he go crazy) man, this shit crazy
I can't even go to sleep without my
Bible at the head of the bed, man
(Nah, for real)
Uh, drug lovin', late night, guns bustin'
One hundred, straight thuggin', I love it
Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin', no tusslin'
Street life, married to the hood hustlin'
(Spacy got this sauce, ho)

My codefendant folded on me
I can't even trust myself
He in there sick with no money
Gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love
Me, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry
All he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swеar that the gang
Keep flowin', sippin' out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swеar that the pain keep showin'
But he never act like he hurt

All these bodies on my conscience, huh?
Crazy, catch him walkin' out
A party, hop out, walk him down
Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin
My revolver out lasers, I got stretchers
I got coffins in my mama house
They praise them all on Dida
I been thuggin' at my grandma house
Bodies, I got plenty, they won't go away
Top shotta, I got plenty, no way, José
Plenty cases I done beat
Who your lawyer? I'ma pay him
Undefeated in the streets
I know they plottin' just to take him

Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life
I take a gamble every time
I'm goin' up on 'em, woah
Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride
Before I let 'em catch me slippin'
I'll do time in the hole

Oh, you know it took me
Some time to figure out
That they ain't gon' vouch for us for real
They gon' vouch for a dollar bill
But shit, we ballin', no
Ain't no "I" in team
It's an "E" though, and it's an "E" in "We
" and also it's an "E" in "Fuck 'em"

Father, they plan on takin' my soul
Off in that water, they gotta know I'm wet
Don't play, shoot straight
I'ma hit 'em with it
Big 38, nigga know I keep a semi
Got plenty money, known for whackin' niggas
You ain't fuckin' with me
With this chrome, jack, 'til your
Death, I sleep myself, don't lay me down
Pussy-ass boy, we smoked on him
To keep it real, he wasn't even strong
They know that we poppin' shit, tell 'em all
"Make pain songs"
When you weak, gon' get they top peeled
Tell they mama they ain't goin' home
Spin 'em all
Fuck the industry because my money long
Tryna put you straight to sleep
What type of time you on?
Dead body, don't need a home
Why? Bitch, 'cause they soul gone
For years, they planned on
Zippin' me, for years
They been gettin' rolled on

My codefendant folded on me
I can't even trust myself
He in there sick with no money
Gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love
Me, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry
All he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang
Keep flowin', sippin' out a pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin'
But he never act like he hurt