Babies & Fools (Explicit)

作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Demond Price/Alan D. Maman
作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/Demond Price
Yeah
Kane Train
Toot a lil' somethin', somethin'
Let's smoke a lil' somethin', somethin', yeah
A b*tch could never (All of me)
Ha, never, b*tch, yeah (All of me)
Yeah, real n*gga, what's up?
My first love was football from playin' that Madden sh*t
My second love was hard drugs, w**d and this rappin' sh*t
Heard Allah on the nights that I wasn't havin' sh*t
I say my prayers but I'm rusty as f*ck with Arabic
Lord, take me as I am 'cause I'm gon' come as I'm is
I might die twice if I look down and see my mama in tears
I gave her (All of me), uh
But I ain't gon' never die (All of me), uh
B*tch, I could never, what's up?
I know the Lord watch over babies and fools
I did the fooly with this tool to put my babies through school
You know my last one was a liar, for that b*tch, we ain't cool
Hit them DMs, a n*gga can't swim, but I f*cked her friend by the pool
'Cause she was tour p*ssy, I never needed that b*tch
She cussed me out in long-ass texts, but I ain't read them sh*ts
She wanted (All of me)
But you could never have (All of me), haha, yeah
B*tch, you could never, what's up?
Uh, James Harden, I had to take a step back from b*tches and certain n*ggas (Yeah)
Sometimes you slip to get the success, then you start hurtin' feelings
Used to have the hardtop, yes, now I convert the ceiling
Friends was tryna count my pockets like I don't deserve a million
B*tch, I deserve a trillion
'Cause I would've did a trillion years for these n*ggas
Whole bid for these n*ggas
I gave 'em (All of me)
N*gga, I gave the streets (All of me)
I'm fallin' back, what's up?
Look, my first love was writin' verses and rappin' bars (Yeah)
My second love was sittin' on bandos and trappin' hard (Huh?)
Hospital bed, bullet in my neck and a fractured jaw
Call it crazy, but I always knew I'd bounce back this hard (I always knew)
Who got the matte black MAC? That's to match the car (Uh-huh)
I got that 'cause I been clapped before
Gave these streets (All of me)
N*gga, I gave the streets (All of me)
Uh, I'm on tour, I'm on the road just hustlin' and sh*t
My baby mama cut me off, she had enough of my sh*t (She sick of my sh*t)
I'll Cashapp stacks every now and then, like that's enough
She like, "At least FaceTime, your babies don't see your ass enough" (You right)
Plus my older son is failin' math, that sh*t ain't addin' up
I guess I ain't around bein' a dad enough, I owe my kids
(All of me)
I owe them all and know it (All of me)
Uh, for the mob, you know I give n*ggas the shirt off my back
Somethin' happen to one of my n*ggas, I'll be the first to attack
Air out your corner, if I miss, then we circlin' back (Brrt)
Funeral lines, Cadillacs with the hearses to match (Hearses to match)
Huh, I rep my n*ggas every verse that I rap
Violate, the shots disperse from this MAC (May Block, n*gga)
I gave my hood (All of me, you know what's up)
I gave my whole hood (All of me)
That's a fact, n*gga