Feelinthevybe - Alone (feat. gz)

Bro said Vybe you gotta keep grinding
You ain't winning enough
I call up rock an book a session I ain't giving it up
Just popped a couple rubber bands I a'int living enough
I'll make it back just flip a pack right now i'm living it up
Cuz I had to get this money on my own own
Now that I got it it's like they gave a dog a bone
Momma I promise i'ma get you that new home
For all the times you showed me love I was alone
I'm in the booth cooking i'm on fire this bitch eighty degrees
I call em bro yeah that's my folks he ain't related to me
My lil bro he tryna hustle get his name off the streets
I tell em get a sturdy job an stack that bread legally
Yeah
I ain't tryna rap his head off
I just love em an I don't wanna see him dead dawg
These Philly dirty got me scared dawg
You gonna straight I got ya back in case your bread fall
Some days i'ma monster
Handling business got me creeping right beside ya
Ima man i'll wear my pride fuck designer
Watch who you call your bro he'll try rob ya
Watch who you call your mans he'll try to line ya
He playing close because he tryna get behind ya
Better watch your back because he tryna blindside ya
Just because you call em bro is he a rider
Yeah
Bro said Vybe you gotta keep grinding
You ain't winning enough
I call up rock an book a session I ain't giving it up
Just popped a couple rubber bands I a'int living enough
I'll make it back just flip a pack right now i'm living it up
Cuz I had to get this money on my own own
Now that I got it it's like they gave a dog a bone
Momma I promise i'ma get you that new home
For all the times you showed me love I was alone
I'm from 17 don't a lot of niggas make it out
Had to stay up out the way they tryna take us out
You watch the news that's some shit my momma pray about
I'm not the best i'm doing good I can't complain about it
They say what's real don't need no explanation
I'ma get it out the mud till my expiration
Damn they slid an hit lil bro with no hesitation
I got the drop my finger itchin like i'm changing the station
I hope you by my side till the end of it all
If together we stand then divided we fall
Aye what's your worth yeah what's your worth
You about that bag I a'int see you put that work in
How you being lazy an you tryna get that Birkin
You a'int gotta flex I just really hope you working
Young niggas getting crafty gotta watch em that's for certain
Even ya folks'll take ya life an close that curtain
Bro said Vybe you gotta keep grinding
You ain't winning enough
I call up rock an book a session I a'int giving it up
Just popped a couple rubber bands I a'int living enough
I'll make it back just flip a pack right now i'm living it up
Cuz I had to get this money on my own own
Now that I got it it's like they gave a dog a bone
Momma I promise i'ma get you that new home
For all the times you showed me love I was alone

Writers: Christopher Dominic Urbanowicz , Edward Owen Lay , Russell Leetch , Thomas Michael Henry Smith

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. , Songtrust Ave , DistroKid

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