Testo Maybe - C. Will
Testo della canzone Maybe (C. Will), tratta dall'album South Union
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe
Yah, Yah
Maybe I'm too real for niggas
Maybe I'm not real enough
Spent the first few weeks in the new crib stu real cool vibed out with the ceilieng bust
Made a couple boss moves en route to the loot looked back all the old hoes tearing up
Turned me down back then fore' the bills was up
Now she stuck cuz she dealing with nigga with no figures tucked
Ask me man and really couldn't give a huh
Well imma say it like this
She ain't getting no sympathy
Know the same thing goes for the backstabbing niggas in the industry
Hell nah you know these niggas ain't kin to me
Most of em ain een worthy to be enemies
All you see is the reflection of the inner me
Had to boot the old flame Black and Vietnamese
Lil foreign Chick mixed up like tie-dye
Baby broad she got bands like the WiFi
Hating on me they giving me side eye
All black on like a thief in the nighttime
They be triggered I'm feeling so Rasta
Ragu on me more sauce than some pasta
I be tryna show love now its nada
Say they real but they always imposters
I'm not feeling you niggas, I got a lot on my mental, and my momentum is shifting Towards music
Say you down to ride you ain't prove it
Seems to me your love needs improvement
Still got love for those that I grew with
937 shout out my influence
Can't let shit prevent you from moving the hard times come I know you'll get through it Yea
So much of the fake love that I've seen
Yea it always be reflections of the greed
Yea you gotta know the players on your team yea
Maybe you bling yea
Maybe you icey
Yea don't trust that boy, I heard he moving shiesty
Yea they dap me up and then they try to spite me
Maybe I don't need more friends started declining
I'm less inviting
Maybe I'm too real for niggas
Maybe I'm not real enough
Maybe 5 years down when my voice surround sound
I can put on for the kids or sum
I can put on for the neighborhood
Have the neighbors eating salmon with the steaks I could
Have you chilling big supply man you could face the wood
That's all good but it's still the hood lil nigga
Well shit then imma buy a couple sites man
Better yet shit, Imma show em what the hype is
Black owned business every block and we be thriving
Know our power be a colonizers nightmare
That's why they try to hold us down rely on stipends
Try to bait us with the right to carry license
Just an excuse to hit brothers with the lightning
Cuz you know police ain't known to do no fighting
Just violence misguided
45 tell lies noose tie-ins
Country led by a tyrant
Go vote make sure Joe sign in
Gotta seek peace through his right hand
Have faith black queens give guidance
Stay true align your vibrance
True allies can't be silent please we dying
So much of the fake love that I've seen
Yea it always be reflections of the greed
Yea you gotta know the players on your team yea
Maybe you bling yea
Maybe you icey
Yea don't trust that boy, I heard he moving shiesty
Yea they dap me up and then they try to spite me
Maybe I don't need more friends started declining
I'm less inviting, I'm less inviting
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Writer(s): Christopher Williams
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