Hear Me Out - Pressa

I mix Amiri with a white tee

She ain’t never met a nigga like me

She ain’t never met a vibe like this

Record deal, I can’t hit and miss

No time, can’t smoke can’t sip

Long way from a quarter brick

Plenty nights I been going through it, and nobody ever notices

Them versus us, we put up a fight

I need blood all on my face by the end of the night

Lil' bitch, I fill up my Glock, I know the beat it sound like a knife

He want a penthouse top of the roof but he’s scared of heights

Where the love, I don’t know

Niggas fold but mines won’t

Devil tricks in my soul

Tell me something a nigga don’t know

Mama trippin' and she getting worried

A nigga so heavy like how did she carry me?

I pray to God but not bloody Mary

Reciting the prayer I wonder if he hear me out

I took the long way, I reroute I feel like I’m Rowdy Rebel

He getting shells like Donatello

I hit the club just like my bitch but we pulling up at Bootsy Bellows

My bitches badder than several

Don’t know what it is but my bitch bougie, and it’s so hard to say hello

I ain’t no regular nigga

Just me, and my Glock, and my hitters

I ain’t no regular sipper

That '42 fuck up my liver

I wonder if he in or he out

That FN go in and out

I wonder if he sell me out

That loyalty got no amount

Where the love, I don’t know

Niggas fold but mines won’t

Devil tricks in my soul

Tell me something a nigga don’t know

Mama trippin' and she getting worried

A nigga so heavy like how did she carry me?

I pray to God but not bloody Mary

Reciting the prayer I wonder if he hear me out

Where the love, I don’t know

Niggas fold but mines won’t

Devil tricks in my soul

Tell me something a nigga don’t know

Mama trippin' and she getting worried

A nigga so heavy like how did she carry me?

I pray to God but not bloody Mary

Reciting the prayer I wonder if he hear me out