I ain t gotta tell you歌词
I
ain’t
tryna
diss
youI
just
wanna
know
the
issueYeaI
got
shit
on
my
mindFirst
off,
this
song,
missedly
took
it
wrongBad
intentions
and
all,
don’t
want
the
problem
resolvedHeard
it
was
you
out
making
out
with
my
dawgWent
to
school
togetherTook
the
bus
and
all,
back
of
flashin
cars,
tryna
be
a
bossTryna
fit
in
with
the
hustlers,
they
told
us
run
alongTryna
learn
to
shoot
dice,
got
my
bike
stolen
dawgYou
still
wanna
gang
bang,
ride
deep
in
carsTil
I
see
the
nigga
wrong
hat,
now
it’s
head
offPicked
up
a
notepad,
bet
you
gon
do
the
sameLooked
down
the
shit
I
saw
now,
I
don’t
look
at
shit
the
sameNow
how
am
I
to
blame
for
you
choosin
a
life
in
made?Nigga
you
a
man
too,
why
you
mad
at
me?Same
gravity
hold
you
’down,
s
thatembarrassingYour
comments
was
hilarious,
not
even
congratulationsTold
niggas
we’re
related,
even