Lpb Poody - Bitter lyrics

Bitter 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 b*tch but that don’t mean nothing I can still pour my heart out Keep it real Ima just talk my sh*t on it I say do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see Them ni**a 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 ni**a takin mine so if you reach you get teach Been broken hearted for weeks you can hear it when I speak Id 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 b*tch 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 Khalid you the best I’m free styling no pen and pad to get this sh*t off my chest Lettin this storm fly pass I know this sh*t 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 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 ni**a play put about 20 grand on his head Ima Pussy maker popper that chopper go daca daca She gona 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 ni**as and it hurt ni**a never seen a hurst ni**a til I saw my dawg Back against the wall I know they want to see me fall Jail call from my ni**a know he need it Shots fired can’t believe I’m still breathing That’s for ni**as 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 til it’s over