Lil Bibby - Speak To Em lyrics

rate me

(Hook: Lil Bibby)

Let me tell u how I feel

This the same life I dreamed about when we was kids

And since I got a couple ills

I ain’t gon’ preach to ‘em, but let me speak to ‘em

Let me speak to ‘em (x4)

(Verse: Lil Bibby)

I say they know that I’m a loose screw, pockets on that Bruce Bruce

Nigga lose it all, bitch act like she neva knew u

So I don’t catch feelings baby, I just keep it neutral

Let her stay a couple nights, I hit the road, I’m through wit u

These niggas amateurs, fuckin’ on these models and these actresses

I keep it under wraps cuz

Bitches running game and I know they ain’t slick

She gon’ meet a ball player and do the same shit

I swear this shit is hard, got to watch for these niggas and these broads

Ain’t no friends turn frauds

Still waitin' on the day a nigga try to pull a card

Loyal to this thing of ours, my youngest down to risk it all

Been a young star, back to back in them cars

In the streets my life was hard so every day I thank God

All praise to Allah, blessed we made it this far

Studied the attraction law, she want me to hit it raw

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(Verse 2: Lil Bibby)

I remember trapping all winter

Know I kept it killer, January to December

I was in the trap all day gettin’ faded

Booming like Metro til it got raided

Learn the rules to the game ‘fore u play it

They gon’ ask ya, betta not say shit

Cuz what ya say gon’ be used in the court of law

He wasn’t built, got in that room and he told it all, damn

Thought that was yo friend right?

He should help ya do that ten right?

He was wit ya smiling, ridin' in yo Benz right?

You was on top, but that shit ain’t air right

Out witnessing the judge’ll lose ya

He ain’t even send ya money for a pack of noodles

Thought he was real but he fucking fooled ya

Different hood, same story, it’s the fucking usual

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(Verse 3: Common)

Pyramids and stars on garages

The Gods is plugged in the streets catchin' charges

He used to serve from the crib and his daddy was the sergeant

Black Life Matters, before we was marchin' my squadron

Stretched from 87th to the nine, real niggas on the grind

Wit the power to refine, Know good wine and crime

Expensive watches and niggas doing time

Everybody want to shine, the young stars aligned wit us

We used to fuck they babysitters now these young niggas is hitters

On the streets they deliver

I was that nigga that rolled up and smacked niggas

Now I yell 'Free Allah, bless the trap niggas'

Cop lights back lit us, the spotlight

Made niggas want to clap niggas, Black bigger lifestyle

From Rock's house to White House, living for the right now

My niggas neva lied down

Don’t sleep on my city, we keep it a buck fifty

That’s why I fuck wit Bibby, hear me?

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