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don't be like me - ceo trayle & romano lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah, yeah
okay (mano)
sometimes, i don’t even know how to describe this sh*t, like
yeah (ayy)

[verse: ceo trayle]
ayy, the hate feel real (real), the love feel fake (fake)
she got a bbl, so that ass feel fake (it do)
i took a couple l’s, but know trayle still straight (i’m straight)
in love with the perc’ (perc’), i think this sh*t fate (fate)
n*gga k!ll the perc’ man if any of them percs fake (uh*huh)
yeah, took it out the shoebox, been puttin’ it in the safe (uh*huh)
yeah, can’t be just anywhere, i’m goin’ where it’s safe, yeah (safe)
you can come with me, lil’ baby, i know you’ll be safe (for sure)
from first base to home base, fast car, cali plates
let that p*ssy marinate, then i’m goin’ in (uh*huh)
yeah, uh
put belt to a n*gga, he f*ck up, he won’t do that again
sittin’ in this car all by myself, i wish i had a friend (i wish)
i’m on the road to money, i was drivin’, i can’t stop again (i can’t stop)
i can’t stop even if tre wanna get out this b*tch (what up, tre?)
whole gang, we just pray we make it out this b*tch, yeah (we just pray)
top n*gga from the 3 like stojaković (uh)
it was more ’bout the respect, it wasn’t ’bout the b*tch (at all)
n*ggas can’t even talk to me if he talk ’bout a b*tch, yeah (uh*uh)
or a n*gga either (uh*uh)
better be talkin’ ’bout ben frank’ or mary jane reefer (for sure)
can’t talk money with everybody, money change people, yeah (to evil)
i can tell you ain’t never been f*cked up before (uh*uh)
you ain’t never shared a bed or slept on the floor (uh*uh)
you ain’t never wait your turn when it came to clothes (uh*uh)
you ain’t never shared a plate with your sis and bros (uh*uh)
what you know ’bout mama cryin’ ’cause it ain’t enough for her to eat, so she watch you eat?
ever seen your sh*t out in the street? that sh*t had me weak (had me weak)
you ever seen your mama be on e ’cause she had to be? (had to be)
and all of that pain that she felt, i let her pass to me (pass to me)
uh, uh, that’s why i go so hard, n*gga (hard, n*gga)
whether it’s trap, rap, or fraud, n*gga (fraud, n*gga)
if i can’t get a pack, then i go rob n*ggas (i go rob n*ggas)
i been by myself, it wasn’t really a squad with us (uh*uh)
baby get depressed and she turn to hard liquor (hard)
he was takin’ xans just because his cell sickle, uh (cell)
we ain’t know that or at least i ain’t know that (i ain’t know that)
felt bad when he asked me, i said no, and he ain’t come back (he ain’t come back)
pooda man asked to come—
pooda man asked to come with me and i said no and he ain’t come back (then he died)
12 k!lled curlyhead ’cause we made curly think that, yeah
d*mn (on god)
[outro: ceo trayle]
we made curly think that
n*gga thought he was invincible
invincible, like he can go up against the world
they k!lled his ass, blew the car up
i watched him die inside the car
didn’t call n0body, didn’t tell n0body
didn’t help him
r.i.p. lil’ bruh, he wasn’t nothin’ even but fifteen years old anyways
we made that n*gga think he was invincible
had him takin’ sh*t from people and doin’ sh*t to people and
led these, led a lot of these lil’ n*ggas down the wrong path, be tryna help these n*ggas now
’cause i done seen a lot of n*ggas die off sh*t we made ’em think
free the bros, man
r.i.p. the bros, lil’ bros
for real

- ceo trayle romano lyrics

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