Practice歌詞

作詞 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Donny Hathaway
作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/Otis Jackson/Donny Hathaway
Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib -Practice
Written by ：Donny Hathaway 、Madlib 、Freddie Gibbs
Produced by ：Madlib
Yeah
I had it all
This one that one
I thought it was tight tight new situation
But you know what I mean
I'm fooling myself you know what I'm saying
Yeah yeah my n**ga I went T-Pain for her
She 'bout to get off work at the club
I used to wait for her
F**king up my whole family structure
To clear the day for her
When I was going through problems at home
I should have prayed more
Dear Lord but I didn't
So I'm tangled in this position
Made a commitment to both of these women
And never considering both of they feelings
I got too deep so after I beat
I should've just deaded it from the beginning
'Cause I admit that I got a bit jealous
When she was at Floyd crib stripping
And that ain't like me this ain't the right me
But that ain't her fault
She call my phone with all the tough talk
I went the f**k off
Wasn't seeking another relationship
I just needed to duck off
Got a cougar b**ch in the boonies that p**sy
I knock the dust off
When all the trust lost
Sometimes the love is soon to follow
Wifey'll put me out the crib and
Tell me to come back home tomorrow
When I got caught the f**k up
She hit me with the ultimatum
You need to come home with your daughter
Nothing more important than your baby
D**gs got me crazy
Uh yeah
You know what I'm sayin'n**ga
S**t's crazy man
Selling d**e smoking d**e
You know what I'm saying all that
All that s**t being around s**t
Yeah
Push you to the limit you know what I mean
Or you past the limit you know what I mean
These streets and these h**s don't love you
You don't feel no love out here n**ga
Yeah dat like Mitchy Slick say she no comprende yeah
I'm chopping s**t up like a sensei to get to rent day yeah
My trunk got more blocks than Dikembe
The DEA they snatched my black a**straight up out of first class
Flying from Midway Damn
One foot in rap one foot in the trap
But I'm really trapping for my homies
They too incompetent for this balancing act
If they really love me
They'd be keeping me from it to keep it a hundred
How you complain about the price
When you getting everything fronted
W**d h**oin and 'caine flips was my main b**ch
She tried to make me go to counseling
But that ain't change s**t
Searching for licks up in the streets
They come and go like Pok émon
Don't get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T from my baby mama's mom
Put some respect up on my name like
Beatrice mil'in a mattress
Fake love I really don't need it like
Allen ain't need the practice
Hell yeah n**ga we talking about practice
How I'm gonna break up with the streets
I got the questions but I can't find the answers
Delicate circumstances
Yeah
It's gon'be alright though
Have the b**ches there
You know what I'm sayin'
At the end of the day yeah
Instagram Snapchat get you locked up
Hard to sit in the city and s**t
You know what I'm sayin'
N**gas and these b**ches
Ain't no love in this situation at all
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah uh