Numb - Lucas Coly

I been Tryna keep it a hunnit

Won’t be too many niggas that gon keep it a hunnit no more

That’s how I feel every time I meat, you know

They ain’t bout that fighting, they dont' keep it a hunnit, so

Lately I been feeling like my heart gone

She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong

I’m on the road through riches I can’t steer wrong

I wish I was still a kid but I’m still grown

Aye, music, money, business I need three phones

I can’t wait to see my whole fucking team on

You was sitting at the top and now your seat gone

It ain’t hunnits, It ain’t nun for me to speak on

Aye, lately I been feeling like I’m losing it

I can’t let em, gotta get it cause I’m too legit

I still got a couple people I be cruising with

Praying that I never lose them cause I be through with it

I don’t fuck with music now because It’s dumbed down

Why the fuck the real niggas get a thumbs down

That’s why I just stay away and I don’t come 'round

They say when the prayers go up, blessings come down

My brother told me keep em going til I get right

Plus I know my time coming, Imma sit tight

Damn, it look like cut banana, that’s a clip right

Shit, I’m tryna get some guns I’m tired of fist fights

And let a nigga touch her, whoo bitch I been waiting on it

Think my hearts gone, I gotta win and I been praying on it

I got situations going on so I don’t weigh in on them

And I got a ten that fuck with me so I don’t play without em

Stay up out the dirt, but that shit is in me

In my dreams, I be posted with a fucking semi

I think the devil playing tricks so he just out to get me

That’s why I don’t fuck with people and I’m very picky

Money will give you power but It’s known for envy

Money will show you how to go from broke to fendy

I remember I was down and shit was getting tricky

Damn, I was smoking richy now I’m smoking sticky

Sometimes I look at life to see It’s getting real

Damn, I had a lot of friends now It’s getting real

Just tryna get some hoes now, I’m tryna get a mil

Yeah, racked up shawty wonder how I feel

He was dissin on the net til I called him out

Did his ass like a bitch I had to dog him out

This bitch seen it too I wonder if they talking now

That’s what I do to niggas, see em then I call em out

Big bank in my pocket when I walk through

Fuck a party nigga play me for a walk through

See the pain in my eyes, I’m hard to talk to, shit

Aye, how much I gotta pay for them to pop through

These niggas fuck with us, so get around like passports

Bitch I’m in a foreign 1−50 on a dashboard

Birdie got the lean, he the plug like a black cord

Saying he gon pull up on me, pull up get his ass torn

Lately I been feeling like my heart gone

She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong

I’m on the road through riches I can’t steer wrong

I wish I was still a kid but I’m still grown

Aye, music, money, business I need three phones

I can’t wait to see my whole fucking team on

You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone

It ain’t hunnits, It ain’t nun for me to speak on