Stuck in Between - I am Justice

(Murda on that beat so it's not nice) Forty on the passenger, ride dangerous I'm finna kill tonight, park ranger She tell me I gotta watch my anger Like baby, mind your business, I don't wanna die Like, keep your cheating to yourself and phone, I don't wanna cry Like, keep them bitches to yourself alone, they'll be alright And if they come over the crib, you better tell 'em what I say 'Cause if they hear it from a nigga, I won't never take it back That's why I never feel it, why you never hug me? It feel like you never loved me Tried to play, we killed them niggas, they can't trust 'em Now that nigga up above me So why do it feel like I'm stuck in between? Ran it up, any means Why do it feel like you're not fucking with me? It's a lot you can't see Like, what about your feelings, girl? You know I really care about it Got a head on her shoulders, watch her hair bobbing She'll call up the guys without us wary Give a moment of silence for the buried She'll make a call to me but she won't add me to it Pussy going different ways, she gotta add insurance And I was riding down the street when I zipped passed you So when I pulled up on the side, I had to ask you That's why I never feel it, why you never hug me? It feel like you never loved me Tried to play, we killed them niggas, they can't trust 'em Now that nigga up above me So why do it feel like I'm stuck in between? Ran it up, any means Why do it feel like you're not fucking with me? It's a lot you can't see Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Why do it feel like you never loved me? It feel like you never loved me Tried to play, we killed them niggas, they can't trust 'em Now that nigga up above So why do it feel like Why you never hug me? It feel like you never loved me Tried to play, we killed them niggas, they can't trust 'em Now that nigga up above me Why do it feel like you're not fucking with me? Ran it up, any means Why do it feel like you're not fucking with me? It's a lot you can't see Mmm I swear, like wait Ayy, any, it's a lot you can't see Mmm, mmm, it's a lot you can't see Unh, unh, it's a lot you can't see

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