4rm Me To U

4rm Me To U - Rich Homie Quan

Yeah aye

Catour f**k it up

Gotta sit on this mic 'cause I can't keep my thoughts inside me

And I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael Lowrey

Got a bad lil bih from Paris met her at the eiffel tower

Bought a brand new watch for my birthday

But I ain't put no ice around it no no

I can't change the person I am baby

But I can change the way that I live rich homie

And if a thing happened for a reason

Baby I can't change nothing I did uh uh

If I could change anything baby

Wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid

But I did and it's on my mind still I'm sorry baby

I been tryna find a way to forgive tryna find a way

You want diamonds off in my ear

Shinin' they know I'm clear behind me they in the rear

We kickin' pimpin' over here no lame b**ches over here

I say them b**ches ain't gettin' paid on they face a lot of hate

But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'

Me and my buddy hit a lick last week we had to split it

All this money boy I told him let's get paid homie

I do this sh*t for gang gang gave all of my niggas chains

And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner

All these n***a takin' swag hell yeah the homie mad

Come to think about it they ain't ever pay homage

I put a lot these niggas on and I still ain't got my credit

But I ain't mad though nah 'cause I could've been mad broke yeah

I watch my momma work a double just to feed all her kids

'Cause that bag slow she got like three of em

Gotta make that cash flow I love you momma

But I couldn't let my momma struggle

So I got me a job nah n***a

But she ain't know my job require a gun 'cause I rob

She ain't ever understand what was back in the kitchen

Residue on the floors I was hustlin'

She ain't know about the shootout in her truck fa fa fa

Until I was involved

She ain't know about the codefendant I had

Kept it one hundred took the charge I didn't take sh*t

You the only one put somethin' on my books

When I was in jail and I starved when I was locked up

Cut from a different cloth I'm as rare as they come

And I'ma keep ballin' on these b**ches like my hair is gone

Rich homie baby

I say them b**ches ain't gettin' paid on they face a lot of hate

But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'

Me and my buddy hit a lick last week

We had to split it all this

Money boy I told him let's get paid homie

I do this sh*t for gang gang gave all of my niggas chains

And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner

All these niggas takin' swag hell yeah the homie mad

Come to think about it they ain't never paid homage

At this point yeen got to bro haha nahmsayin

I watch myself put you niggas on ya feel me so at this point

I'm dead n***a homie