Bitter

(Intro: LPB Poody):

Aight I just can’t load it
It just one of them vibes I’m in right now
I kept it real with you
I’m in Miami right, now I’m in Miami
I’m sick as a bitch
But that don’t mean nothing
I can still pour my heart out
Keep it real
Ima just talk my shit on it

(Verse 1: LPB Poody):
I say do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see
Them nigga left my ass behind they rather move without me
Your plate was full but you took some behind my back when I eat
Behind your actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak
You live with it you die by the gun so I keep it in reach
Ain’t no nigga takin mine so if you reach you get teach
Been broken hearted for weeks, you can hear it when I speak
I'd rather not get in my feelings but I’m feeling this beat
And I been looking for love like "where you at, can we meet?"
Only the strong survive cause they say love for the weak
And I could never keep a girl, I don’t know if it’s them or it’s me
I’m tired of doing the same thing it’s like my life on repeat
But It’s ok, I got Anyla and I know she got me
I just like seeing you smile and your pretty little feet
I ain’t kissed you in forever you been missing for weeks
They say karma is a bitch and you gonna sow what you reap
I wish I could tell you about your daddy but you won’t understand He your granddaddy son that mean pop raised a man
I know I can’t do it all but Imma do what I can
And even though we separated it wasn’t apart of the plan
Won’t even ask for another, DJ Khaled you the best
I’m free styling no pen and pad to get this shit off my chest
Lettin this storm fly pass, I know this shit just a test
I’m dropping tears in the booth, I know this carpet getting wet
I just want some respect I feel like I ain’t blessed
Calculating every step ain’t playing checkers but chess
Better take cover I’m about to blow and they know that I’m next
I ain’t showin no more love so I’m giving them less

(Verse 2: YungBleau):

Catching cases on the regular basis two twin Glock
I started from marijuana I graduated to rocks
Convertible top hit the parking lot and turn heads
Every nigga play put about 20 grand on his head
I'm a pussy maker popper, that chopper go daca-daca
She gonna pop it on this dick with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers I ain’t scared to put in work
Lost too many real niggas and it hurt
Nigga never seen a hurst nigga, till I saw my dawg
Back against the wall I know they want to see me fall
Jail call from my nigga know he need it
Shots fired can’t believe I’m still breathing
That’s for niggas in the grave and I’m grieving
And every season I’m playing defense
Tryin catch your opps slippin boy you know your clock tickin
I am not skipping on the pot whipping yola
Whipping soda, till it’s over