letra de give me a beat - nino paid
[intro]
(fendi, you’re my favorite)
(this is petro gang)
[chorus]
a n-gga that i ain’t talked to in years is askin’ for money, it’s crazy, i sent it (it’s crazy, i sent it)
manager blowin’ me thinkin’ i’m stupid or somethin’, he sayin’ i probably don’t get it (i probably don’t get it)
and i don’t know what’s wrong, i try to help everybody, who i’ma call when i catch me a sentence? (who i’ma call?)
n-ggas don’t understand the way i feel, that’s why i don’t talk about how i be feelin’ (huh, come on)
that’s why i don’t talk about the sh-t that i been through, n-ggas be blowin’ me thinkin’ they know somethin’ (n-ggas be blowin’ me)
i got the deal and don’t pick up the phone no more, n-ggas callin’ me, ask can they can hold somethin’ (f-ck no)
i could say, “free wannie harden,” i paid for his lawyer but still be missin’ his call (still be missin’ his call)
how often he talk about how i be feelin’, just give me a beat and i’m tellin’ it all (tellin’ it all)
[verse]
talks with the devil inside of my head, i’m like, “how the f-ck you even get in?” (how?)
bro pulled an ap out of some skinny jeans, i’m like, “how the f-ck even fit in there?” (how?)
i’ma tryna sit at the table with legends, just save me a spot and watch when i get in there (come on)
look at me now, i’m deep in the water, but how i dive into this sh-t and not swim in it? (how i dive into this sh-t)
i’m sittin’ on top of this sh-t in the big chair, bro made a left and a right and we shook ’em (bro made a left and a right)
t-tall got locked and went to baby bookin’, he ain’t a crash-out, he just a rookie
i used to hope these b-tches would notice me (huh), now i hop out of the car and they lookin’
i’m thinkin’ ’bout everybody that i lost, rip smoke, we used to play hooky (rip smoke)
[chorus]
a n-gga i ain’t talked to in years is askin’ for money, it’s crazy, i sent it (a n-gga that i ain’t talked to in years)
manager blowin’ me thinkin’ i’m stupid or somethin’, he sayin’ i probably don’t get it (how the f-ck i don’t get it?)
and i don’t know what’s wrong, i try to help everybody, who i’ma call when i catch me a sentence? (who i’ma call?)
n-ggas don’t understand the way i feel, that’s why i don’t talk about how i be feelin’ (that’s why i don’t talk)
that’s why i don’t talk about the sh-t that i been through, n-ggas be blowin’ me thinkin’ they know somethin’ (n-ggas be blowin’)
i got the deal and don’t pick up the phone no more, n-ggas callin’ me, ask can they can hold somethin’ (f-ck no)
i could say, “free wannie harden,” i paid for his lawyer but still be missin’ his call (i still be missin’ his call)
how often he talk about how i be feelin’, just give me a beat and i’m tellin’ it all (sh-t, i’m givin’ him love)
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