Tomorrow Lyrics

Tell 'em we creepin up on em by tomorrow

I know that the death won't be holy we got them hollows

Homie cracked him in the head he had a bottle

I Put ya name up on bullet I'm sure it'll follow

These niggas be taking from niggas cause they neva borrow

That money just ain't coming back we gon get it tomorrow

The same niggas same ones causing the sorrow

Had them niggas jumpin round like they won the lotto

Fuck all my feelings i dont want em back

When im looking out they stab me in the back

Shit hit fan, go and get ya pad

How you gon bleed when i aint hit you yet ?

Pussy lil boy you dont wanna step

Already dreaming fore you got slept

Dream dream dream, sleep paralysis

Cant move a bit, im imagining

Im not the one you want

I get sumn small I make it enough

Bring on the pain cause im ready for you

(There is someone coming after us)

I meant what said dont bother me dude

Cause there aint problem to bag you up

It really be the ones you back up, and thats the shit that got me fucked up

People people people lie

People people people try

They've seen the stories behind my eyes

Tomorrow they question if they will survive

Tell 'em we creepin up on em by tomorrow

I know that the death won't be holy we got them hollows

Homie cracked him in the head he had a bottle

I Put ya name up on bullet I'm sure it'll follow

These niggas be taking from niggas cause they neva borrow

That money just ain't coming back we gon get it tomorrow

The same niggas same ones causing the sorrow

Had them niggas jumpin round like they won the lotto

Pulling up on ya ass hoe

Cant no one ruin my cash flow

You dicking around you gotta go

People been saying im doing the most

But Am i really? Hell no

My therapist is a microphone

No need to be angry i make a song

My today is peoples tomorrow

Use to step on me, but now they ask for a dolla

Stop pushing my buttons cause ill knock ya head back, revolver

Doctors told me im insane, i told em it came from my father

Taking it out on the haters, police said that it was a slaughter

Low shot i didnt miss

My aim shows Im significant

They underestimated me again

Better leave me alone fore slice yo neck

Tell 'em we creepin up on em by tomorrow

I know that the death won't be holy we got them hollows

Homie cracked him in the head he had a bottle

I Put ya name up on bullet I'm sure it'll follow

These niggas be taking from niggas cause they neva borrow

That money just ain't coming back we gon get it tomorrow

The same niggas same ones causing the sorrow

Had them niggas jumpin round like they won the lotto