Fundz – Tesla Lyrics
Artist: Fundz
Song: Tesla
Look up, wassup?
Yeah, lost in the jungle, n#gg# feelin’ stranded
Got a hundred n#gg#s with you, still feelin’ stranded, ayy
Talkin’ to God, but why he ain’t sayin’ shit?
And when your money antique, you can’t be with the antics, uh
How you claimin’ you solid and you broke on our promise?
When I was tellin’ you, bro, if you ain’t got it, then I got it
Why loyalty be feelin’ like a curse on me?
I’m tryna be cool, they gon’ make me have to hurt somethin’, yeah, yeah
I lost lil’ bro a year ago, swear it still hurt, though
Told grandma I love her, but can’t keep me in no church, though
If you scared, see the pastor, n#gg#s on their church floor
And when they get to shapeshiftin’, gotta get thеm out the circle
Tryna treat mе like a shorty, b#tch, I’m first-class, I’m priority
Providin’ for the fam, I’m important
Providin’ for the gang, all these clips, they important
Dicks on the .40, treat ’em like an orgy, yeah, yeah
Stuck in them trenches, but we still a family
All my n#gg#s do is hustle and we love the gamblin’
Day I lost my brother, day a n#gg# turned heartless
My baby mama always ask a n#gg# where my heart is
I told her, “Baby, my sh#t cold and I been scarred, bae”
Because them streets I thought I loved ain’t really love me back
How the same block we hustle on we lost Lil Co at?
Seen you in that casket, on that day, lost my f#ckin’ soul
Ever since that day, I never left the crib without my pole
I would never backdoor my homies, I always played my role
We was stuck up in them trenches, that sh#t left us very cold
But you wasn’t really out there, lil’ n#gg#, man, you don’t really know
You could never slide with us, n#gg#, you would’ve probably told
You ain’t had to ride in a steamer when everybody had a pole
You ain’t never take them chances, you ain’t never tried to score
I done took so many L’s, I ain’t goin’ back broke
Yeah, lost in the jungle, n#gg# feelin’ stranded
Got a hundred n#gg#s with you, still feelin’ stranded, ayy
Talkin’ to God, but why he ain’t sayin’ shit?
And when your money antique, you can’t be with the antics, uh
How you claimin’ you solid and you broke on our promise?
When I was tellin’ you, bro, if you ain’t got it, then I got it
Why loyalty be feelin’ like a curse on me?
I’m tryna be cool, they gon’ make me have to hurt somethin’, yeah, yeah
I lost lil’ bro a year ago, swear it still hurt, though
Told grandma I love her, but can’t keep me in no church, though
If you scared, see the pastor, n#gg#s on their church floor
And when they get to shapeshiftin’, gotta get them out the circle
Tryna treat me like a shorty, b#tch, I’m first-class, I’m priority
Providin’ for the fam, I’m important
Providin’ for the gang, all these clips, they important
Dicks on the .40, treat ’em like an orgy, yeah, yeah
Lil’ b#tch, I’m scorchin’, I just made a fortune
I try not to force sh#t, yeah, yeah
I feel like it’s necessary, ain’t nothin’ ordinary
I feel it’s best you beware-are
Ain’t nothin’ free up in this b#tch, you earnin’
Swear n#gg#s roaches, man, they a different vermin
He jumped the curb and different bridges burnin’
It’s best you keep it straight with me like perms in
Can’t trust a soul, man, I’m self-determined
I lost Soul, man, I felt deserted
I had it all and felt like I’m worthless
I don’t deserve this
Feel like you only call me when it’s urgent
‘Cause you know I cash, man, I’m like a clerk and
You never change, but I’m always searchin’
And you been for purchase, it just hit the surface
Yeah, lost in the jungle, n#gg# feelin’ stranded
Got a hundred n#gg#s with you, still feelin’ stranded, ayy
Talkin’ to God, but why he ain’t sayin’ shit?
And when your money antique, you can’t be with the antics, uh
How you claimin’ you solid and you broke on our promise?
When I was tellin’ you, bro, if you ain’t got it, then I got it
Why loyalty be feelin’ like a curse on me?
I’m tryna be cool, they gon’ make me have to hurt somethin’, yeah, yeah
I lost lil’ bro a year ago, swear it still hurt, though
Told grandma I love her, but can’t keep me in no church, though
If you scared, see the pastor, n#gg#s on their church floor
And when they get to shapeshiftin’, gotta get them out the circle
Tryna treat me like a shorty, b#tch, I’m first-class, I’m priority
Providin’ for the fam, I’m important
Providin’ for the gang, all these clips, they important
Dicks on the .40, treat ’em like an orgy, yeah, yeah
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Release Year: 2021