Nun Less - agreatchaos

Save me for the last time I'm bleeding out there's no one here They don't understand, what it's like to be pushed When all I need is just a friend I swear I'm trying hard But down low I'm on my way I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel Like home Now my friends don't like me One by one they turn their back It's so hard to feel, no one is holding me Is it too hard to live a life I swear I'm trying hard But this storm I have to face So I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel Like home I swear I'm trying hard If only there's one to blame So I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel This house won't feel This house won't be A home

(Sil on the beat, too) Uh-uh, uh-uh (Yeah) Uh-uh, uh-uh Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah) Can't tell me shit (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I done asked you, "What's your name?" I done asked you, "What's your game?" (Yeah, bitch) Pull up in a whip that cost half a M (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Haven't known what's the name I think it's a Celine, ah, yeah, she wanna be part of my gang She wanna get with the team Prolly wanna take pictures with me Prolly wanna take pictures with Trip' (Uh, yeah) She run out screamin' now, she 1400 I can show you how to go get some motherfuckin' money But first, nigga, you gotta want it Nigga, I ain't trippin' on shit, I ain't sad, I'm just bluntin' I'm prolly thinkin' 'bout havin' some money With me, a bad lil' bitch, long hair, fat ass, and I love it She prolly thinkin' 'bout having a hubby (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm prolly thinkin' 'bout having a new bitch letting her hair blow Tell her, "Put that in a hairbow" (Go, go, go) Still selling motherfuckin' elbows (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Put that on the L-O, yeah, these niggas know how I'm rockin' These niggas know how I get (Yeah) I pull down my shirt whenever I hop out my whip (Woo, woo, woo) I had to cover my glick (Yeah) I'm tryna bake me a nigga, bake him like a fish (Bow, bow) Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah) Can't tell me shit Yeah, goin' hard (Go, go, go) Every day, goin' hard, yeah I got racks for days (Go), goin' hard Grew up in them trenches (Go), you couldn't tell me nothin' Yeah, grew up up on that block, boy, I'm mama's son (Bah) Pullin' up, fleet of trucks like Obama's son (Bah, yeah) I've been selling out arenas, like I'm Donda's son (Gang) Told em' "Make a wish" like I'm Cosmo and Wanda's son (Ha) My future bright, my heart dark like it ain't got the Sun (Ha) I heard you're racin' to the top, boy, you better run Niggas know that I'm the shit, boy, you better plunge They like "Trip, where you get that drip?" Boy, it's one of one (Shit, bitch) I heard them pussy niggas thought that I was one and done (Shit, shit) I'm from 800 where them choppers spray, we run and gun (Bah) I thought a pussy ass bitch nigga said somethin' (Brah, brah, brah) Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah) Can't tell me shit

Big bag on deck Tell me what it do I aint tryna make it stretch I'm Tryna make it move Niggas outta line But I aint trippin Lest they stressin blues Brazy B he just slid through Real interlude She like the swag Real shit put her in the mood Soft ass but the brain real pigeon-coop Big Franklins, Big Dank: its what I get into Please dont bring no ofoobammy when I'm in the room Told her ima spazz n call her up but i must've catted Ima smoove nigga, you can tell by the fuckin fabric Wait How all your niggas down? Bitch you musta ratted Winning homie, i aint even tryin, aint it fuckin tragic? Shawty hop up in this spaceship n smoke this magic Matter fact roll two cause i aint gon pass shit I cant smoke with no nigga that aint gone match this Top shelf blue cook cant fuck with no average Been down back up It aint nothin new Send the addy Cashapp me for the revenue Two steppin to the bank Plottin money moves Aint no flexin these some dickies Not no jimmy choos Not the type of nigga that you wanna Pick and Choose Bitch im on my own shit and i got shit to do Money Stack: Right Hand Left Hand: Windmill Slide back to the spot Hit the chart get ill Bitch im on grind mode Lokee plottin on a mill Still tryna plant seeds So my kids get a trill Bitch i live for the thrill But you live for yo bills Gotta make sumn shake What you gonna do for real? Been down back up It aint nothin new Send the addy Cashapp me for the revenue Two steppin to the bank Plottin money moves Aint no flexin these some dickies Not no jimmy choos