"Landaulet" lyrics

Nah, for real
This real life, this my life
(Bino)
Franchise

We ain't breakin' up or makin' up, we never last long
I got tired of sittin' here makin' all these fuckin' sad songs
Bitch, I'm still off in the field, I still got my pads on
Ain't blame nobody but myself, I know just why my heart gone
Real love, I can't tell you how that feel, been a minute
Matter of fact, I take it back, the more real was really in it
Treat the foreign like a taxi, only thing that's limo tinted
With you I learned the hard way that I don't own, I just be rentin', yeah

I take the blame, I took put on that petal store like you different
Run around and touchdown now my arm gettin' stiffer
Fuck a friend, I'm gettin' high by myself, I pull the trigger
These bitches got no home trainin', they be fuckin' more than niggas
I'm out your league but gave you a chance, and you ain't see the vision
You can't turn a bum into a king, a ho into a misses
You can't turn a ho into queen or give a bum riches
I vacationed by myself 'cause I vacated all my feelings
I married me a pharmacist, so she give me prescriptions
I know I'm all alone but I'm protected, I can feel it
It ain't no pussy that I call home, I need me some head
'Cause I be lockin' in for months, fuckin' nothin' but them millions
I just had to right my wrongs and show you that I changed
You lost all my respect 'cause y'all was tryna joke on my name
I had a stroke out on me like a nigga wife on House of Payne
I'm really generation wealth, them niggas you fuck really strange

We ain't breakin' up or makin' up, we never last long
I got tired of sittin' here makin' all these fuckin' sad songs
Bitch, I'm still off in the field, I still got my pads on
Ain't blame nobody but myself, I know just why my heart gone
Real love, I can't tell you how that feel, been a minute
Matter of fact, I take it back, the more real was really in it
Treat the foreign like a taxi, only thing that's limo tinted
With you I learned the hard way that I don't own, I just be rentin', yeah

Honestly tell me this like, what the fuck is gonna happen?
Like, tell me, bro
Like, I, bring somebody to the table that can fuck with this shit
Show me one, like
All—, this shit don't make no fuckin' sense, bro
Like
And my CD done, I don't need to do this
'Cause I'm bored, fuck is you—
That nigga say, "You can't turn a ho into a queen, or give a bum riches"
"Or turn a bum into king, or make a ho a Misses"
Man, bro, I can't with this, bro, man, I ain't never
Alright
It been a minute, I can't even, hell you talkin' 'bout?
That nigga say, uh, take it back
Might just lease a bitch, man, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
That's my fault, though, you hear me?
It was two different contracts, I signed my own, she signed the lease
That's me, that's my fuck up, that ain't her
Gotta take that to the chin, then shit on a bitch
Then go buy some shit, fuck is you talkin' bout?
I got nine, I got nine cars, hell you talkin' 'bout?
I ain't tryna drive you
Got my shit off the lot too, no miles, fuck out of here
And I can keep rappin', but this is enough
Ninety seconds of me is three CDs to these niggas, man
When I care
This bitch still goin', it want me to rap some more or somethin'?
Oh, alright
Did it really go off or you did that?
'Cause I, I— yeah