JID, 21 Lil Harold - Sundown (feat. JID)

(Will you love me in a Maybach?) Whoa, uh-huh (Got me sleepin' with a stranger) Uh-huh, yeah Lost so many friends, can't put my gun down The opps so mad 'cause they get spinned 'til the sundown (on God) If I ain't owe you at least a ten, you can't even come 'round This 4L shit locked in for life, you know my background (facts, pussy) Each one of them in church, can't put my strap down (uh-huh) We put niggas on white tee shirt when they get smacked down (uh-huh) Yeah, seemed way more nice, my mama ain't have no lights And I can't trust you with my life, if you ain't rockin' that knife (knife) Eighteen, young nigga tryna ball, I ain't have hoop dreams (uh-huh) Nineteen, Glock right on my side, I got blood on my jeans Twenty shit, I done seen my close partner turn to a dope fiend 'Bout that twenty one, drop a nigga for my guy, leave him right there on the scene Pussy (Will you love me in a Maybach?) It's only in the makin', nigga (Got me sleepin' with a stranger) Just wait 'til your time come, nigga Be patient, nigga (Will you love me in the Maybach?) 'Til then, niggas stackin' money up, nigga Catch up (Got me sleeping with a stranger) Look Way before this rap I been adapt to how shit go and how shit happen It get drastic, playin' like that at the park, it like Jurassic after dark Gymnastic, a nigga done jumped the gate tryna escape the gun sparkin' If you hear them dogs barkin' at me, danger My brother tote the tools, so when he takin' out his anger Then he aim that bitch at you, and squeeze it like you gettin' strangled All this shit so painful, but we made it through Nigga just tryna make a move, but me, I'm makin' major moves 2012, I was sittin' in a cell, they done put me out of school 2013, I was livin' off of Fairburn, workin' at the Dominos 2014, I was tourin' with the bros, openin' for Ab-Soul 2015, I was gettin' to the dough, good to see a nigga grow But his heart cold, and the nigga don't know where to start though We was snatchin' shit out of the Walmart, scratchin' number, the serial barcode With the money, we go to Wachovia way before when it was a Wells Fargo So I pray that somebody watch over me And nigga be trappin' his rap, like Narcos, move it all around the globe Pussy