How It Be Lyrics – Lil Poppa
Say I just paid my tithes for the week
*** say she need me, I had to put her on her feet
If she don’t bring that back, it’s beef
Might be the same *** we doin’ on them other ***’s streets
Sometimes your brother don’t really be your brother, I know how it be
I know what it takes to live, take a second and just breathe
But I got something if you want to feel, that ***’ll put your mind at ease
Behind mine’s, I’m dying, they gon’ sling the iron for me
Nah, it ain’t not time for crying, yeah ***, it ain’t no time for grief
She know I’m rolling ’cause when I roll, I toss and turn, it ain’t no sleep
*** smart, she peep ***, she know I’m sneaking and geekin’
Can’t get out my head, I’m up stressing for no reason
Knowing I done ran that money up for the season
Why they wait to show love when you coming up? I don’t need it
I already came ***, what you coming for?
Youngin been pushing Eddie Kane to get his money up
***, he just trying to *** the summer up
Lil’ one, I know where you coming from
What you think they call me Sonny for?
Two Drac’s, Two fifty clips and ***, that’s a honey bun
I know it’s fake, that *** you sip too cheap
I don’t drink no more, I’m done
Back end on bodies, the front end on guns
I ain’t keeping track of the score but if I was
Say I just paid my tithes for the week
*** say she need me, I had to put her on her feet
If she don’t bring that back ,it’s beef
Might be the same *** we doin’ on them other ***’s streets
Sometimes your brother don’t really be your brother, I know how it be
I know what it takes to live, take a second and just breathe
But I got something if you want to feel, that ***’ll put your mind at ease
Behind mine’s, I’m dying, they gon’ sling the iron for me
Nah, it ain’t not time for crying, yeah ***, it ain’t no time for grief
I got a cousin that act like O-Dog and one act like Sharif
He pray five times a day and he don’t really like to eat
No, he don’t *** with that pork, ***, he barely like the beef
But I know all behind me, he’ll knock a *** off they feet
Shortstop Chi Chi taught me set up shop on ***’s street
Chop shop, better stop playing like I ain’t get the game from Smiley
I ain’t left the crib, I’m watchin’ Boondocks, getting game from Riley
Got enough not to leave, it’s up to me, I really ain’t decided
I’m on more than ***, girl, I ain’t influencing you to try it
Stop speaking on Corbin please, all behind that *** niggas died
Don’t do no recording me, in a world of weirdos, I rather hide
You know pressure still get applied, I ain’t even got to come outside
Say I just paid my tithes for the week
*** say she need me, I had to put her on her feet
If she dont bring that back, it’s beef
Might be the same *** we doin’ on them other ***’s streets
Sometimes your brother don’t really be your brother, I know how it be
I know what it takes to live, take a second and just breathe
But I got something if you want to feel, that ***’ll put your mind at ease
Behind mine’s, I’m dying, they gon’ sling the iron for me
Nah, it ain’t not time for crying, yeah ***, it ain’t no time for grief