Testo Limbless - Lelo

Testo della canzone Limbless (Lelo), tratta dall'album Limbless

Ah, yeah
Run the track, nigga, yeah
I get money 'til my cup runneth over, I ain't new to this
It's his first time gettin' paid, that shit rudiment
Niggas like my song, so it's love more than scrutiny
She want a real guap nigga, so she wooin' me
Now, she on that live fast shit like, "What you do to me?"
Silly ho don't see the real problem, she the root of it
Yeah (yeah), yeah
He don't never bark back, he not a real pup
Raised by the big dogs, I'm a real mutt
This rap shit for everybody, it's a real slut
I'll put the mic down and fuck this deal up
I don't trust a soul, and it's fucked up, ain't it?
She look me in my eyes, like, "You fucked up, ain't you?"
Workin' for my time, that's a fucked up payment
I'll really wear this shit for life, ain't no changin'
He in this for the love, still tryna be famous
I ride saint block like my lil' baby
Niggas claim sides, but it's all for entertainment
She just wanna ride for the plot, she like, "Save me"
Love for the mud, 'cause it talk, 'cause it raised me
I ain't seen the old me in months, shit crazy
She fell out with her top main nigga, opps stage me
She think I'm the prize, I'm like, "Yeah, bitch, samesies"
I know I'm a asshole, tell me how I'm supposed to act
Why you caught up on the past? I thought we was over that
The sad part about the road I'm on is ain't no goin' back
The rad part of bein' on your own is they can't hold you back
If he was your brother, why he switch up on you over spats
Out the mud with my real blood, we don't grow in vats
Lil' baby say it's real love, but I know it's cap
Limbless, I don't grow attached
I get money 'til my cup runneth over, I ain't new to this
This his first time gettin' paid, that shit rudiment
Niggas like my song, so it's love more than scrutiny
She want a real guap nigga, so she wooin' me
Now, she on that live fast shit like, "What you do to me?"
Silly ho don't see the real problem, she the root of it
Yeah (yeah), yeah
He don't never bark back, he not a real pup
Raised by the big dogs, I'm a real mutt
This rap shit for everybody, it's a real slut
I'll put the mic down and fuck this deal up
It get real when you talk shit, I ain't even popped yet
Guap on the top shelf, niggas ain't even hopped yet
Told her to give me space, all that extra shit do not help
Niggas ain't even paid, all that flexin' shit is not real
Ain't nobody have it like they say, that's how I feel
She tried to play me like I'm average, I did not heal
Broke-ass nigga, seen his place, I had to cop, steals
Petty-ass hate seem fake from the top hills



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Writer(s): Khalil Jewell, Noble Eshun, Mason Rudnik
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