LE4P 0F F4ITH

Ay
Ay, ay
Miami
K like yeah
Okay like yeah

Dominican and Venezuelan
But my wrist Cuban
And I'm from Miami
Shoutout to Miami
Shoutout to my family
Talking 'bout the gang
And we tryna hang
So bitch, get out the way
Can't tell whats pain
Can't tell whats pain, no more
And my phone have me heated, fuck a cellphone
By myself, oh yeah, that's what I need bruh
Don't disagree, bruh
Kicking doors down, that's the key bruh
Fit white and black, like a zebra
And I'm on his block, with the heater
I can't fall in love, she a cheater
The whip going fast, like a cheetah
Cuff my other betty, she a keeper
I don't trust her, but its a leap of faith
'Bout to roll a J with my bros, and an eighth
Kick it in the trap house, though it ain't safe
Feds at the door, grab my pole and escape
I am not your hero betty, do you see a cape?
Think I like her, she my number one bae
I been getting bands on the low, as of late
They say, "How u feel?" Gotta tell 'em "Not Great"
Finna hit my room and just chill, hibernate
All my bitches bad, and they slay, and they ate

I can't show no love, I got too much self hate
You and betty happy? that's cool, I can't relate
She could've been mine, but I guess not, ay
I been rolling up since then everyday
I been doing bad, I been in a bad state
It's hard to talk it off, yeah its hard to translate

Living down in Florida, where most want me dead
Got me thinking hard, It's why I never go to bed
This trans shit get real yeah, I still ain't talk to dad
Been feeling all alone, I been real sad
Losing lots of memory, times that I had
Is it growing up, or is it just the gas?

Ay, Miami
Wouldn't even stop it if it's all from the gas
I'm dead already
Frreh, frreh
Bands