Help Me
Sevyn Streeter, Diddy, Puff Daddy & The Family
Nigga like me, man
I love the game, I love the hustle
I be feelin' like one of the ball playin' niggas, you know?
Like Byrd or Magic or something
Yeah, you know a nigga got dough, a nigga could leave the league
But if I leave, the fans still gon' love me man?
Last night was like my last night
High as fuck behind the wheel, I almost crashed twice
And when you worth half a bill' people mad nice
But when that money go that's when all the hunnies go
Everything was wonderful until we ended under scope
On the corner, Air Force One, Polo to bubble coats
We was sellin' dope
I had a key lookin' like I had a ton of coke
'Cause I would never let 'em see me sweat
See me stress, no even bet
We was up twenty-four for that paper like CVS
'Cause they was playin' checkers, ain't really believe in chess
We jump pawns, knock down queens and screamin', "Check"
I was runnin with Big, you was doin it small
I was buildin' a bridge, you was hopin' it'd fall
Cop, cook and collect, razor coke and a straw
We been gettin' this money, these bitches know who we are
I'm from a hood where fourteen bricks
Will have your homie try and do you like Po did Mitch
I used to go to my chicks spot like, "Hold this brick"
Young nigga told me I'm old, I said, "Old and rich"
Then I said, "You better pray you make it old as this"
And when you catch a case, boy, don't spill them bowl of grits
And niggas they break fast when that toaster lick
And ain't no Instagram when they postin' pics
Just a bulletin board circlin' him and his boys
Wasn't ready to lace his boots and had Timberlands on
I got paper, wasn't doin' what all these niggas was doin'
I hit the road and I was goin' wherever Benji was goin'
We ate the whole cake crumbs 'til the Entenmann's gone
Made history at night and reminisce in the morn'
I'm talkin ten years before Dre put Eminem on
Before Roc and G-Unit we had Kiss and them on
I'm talkin' more Styles than P before Biggie was gone
And almost twenty years later still Biggie we mourn
Baby baby, yeah, baby baby
Yeah, these Harlem streets raised me
Mama know she made me a million dollar baby
Look at me now, shit's crazy
Water risin' fast, I'm sinkin'
Water risin' fast, I'm sinkin'
Drift and I'm so far away from shore
So unsure, so unsure
Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me
La Cosa Nostra, move like we're supposed to
Rich like Oprah, bitch, hold the toaster
We in the Benz Sprinter right on the sofa
Inside's cream, the outsides is mocha
Coffee color, I buy a bitch a fur coat to match the yorkie color
Of course he rugged, mean dreams that haunt a brother
Still haunt me
Facin' times, square nigga, you can't taunt me
I'm a rocket, you can't launch me
Gift of soul, drift cool rides along me
Go ahead and Diddy Bop
Flyin' through the city block sittin' in a pretty drop
Actin' like a idiat, yeah, I mean a idiot
Millions on these diamonds, shit, lookin' hidious
But I know my mind probably came from the pyramids
And I'm in a zone on my own, be clear of it
Water risin' fast, I'm sinkin'
Water risin' fast, I'm sinkin'
Drift and I'm so far away from shore (so far away, so far away)
So unsure, so unsure
Somebody help, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody, somebody help, somebody help me
Written by: Alfredo Buongusto, Amber Denise Streeter, David Styles, Paul Dawson, Robert Williams, Sean CombsLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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