Lyrics HOTBOYS – EST Gee
Yeah, I’ve seen n**gas cry when someone died they never met
I left the streets without no debt , gave my best for less
PTSD from the s**t I’ve seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my b**ch so much, set up her ex, she felt upset
I’m obsessed with gettin’ my people rich, ask Lil’ Mike and Ski
You can ask Rico and E, I’d still love y’all if y’all don’t love me
Maybe it is what it seem, my mind been clear since I quit lean
I put barbwire all around, I am the pot, nothin’ gettin’ in between
My brother mama say I’m the reason that he F E D
No emotions from a king, don’t poke my chest out and I leave
I don’t got no time to grieve, I don’t got no time to dream
I’ma still be here in your time of year, even if you decide to leave
Last of a dyin’ breed, y’all’ll never be like me
It’s too much envy and greed, too much dealers, not more fiends
I ain’t never had no secret feelings, that’s why I’m the realest
Made my livin’ in the kitchen, fryin’ chickens in a skillet
Soon as you recognize the cancer, kill it, only way to fix it
I’ve been peepin’ s**t and keepin’ my distance, maybe I ain’t trippin’
Know I live it, paint my pictures vivid, like you sittin’ here with me
Not no Benz, mind your business, for a smashed out on the window
Yeah, and I don’t wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain’t get tired of seein’ these cars, I’m buyin’ a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of seein’ me shine, I’m goin’ a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of n**gas dyin’, it’s gon’ be a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of it bein’ my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of s**t, hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of me
I hope you ain’t gettin’ tired, ain’t get..yeah
It’s Boosie, b**ch, I go stupid, b**ch
And I hope you n**gas ain’t tired
Steppin’ out with that s**t on, n**ga
These b**ches never get tired
Made the b**ch put the tongue and X on the d!ck
B**ch, lick, get high
I don’t wanna die young, n**ga
So I keep it right on my side
N**ga, you lyin’, you don’t even like me
If I bite, you ain’t even gon’ bite me
Every n**ga I roll with, they just do it, like Nike
I’m a hustler from the trenches, let me tell you
Lot of bad b**ches, lot of feelings
Lot of good weed, lot of weapons
Know you n**gas tired of Boosie flexin’
I set it off, with no questions
Make a n**ga take them VVS’s
My partner gone, dead from the game
I feel his mama givin’ me the blame
Smilin’ with my charm and my chain
Wylin’ with my charm and my chain
I ain’t nothin’ but five-self, n**ga
But I got my five-self, n**ga
Yeah, and I don’t wanna die young, so I got mine, hope you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain’t get tired of seein’ these cars, I’m buyin’ a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of seein’ me shine, I’m goin’ a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of n**gas dyin’, it’s gon’ be a lot more
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of it bein’ my time, I did a lot for it
Hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of s**t, hope you ain’t gettin’ tired of me
I hope you ain’t gettin’ tired, ain’t get..yeah…
➤ Written by EST Gee, Boosie Badazz, John Gotitt & Luxury
Album: MAD
Produced by John Gotitt & Luxury
EST Gee | 2023
