Yeah, like
I'd be lying if I told y'all I ain't have feelings no more
Ya know I'm sayin', I feel all that shit, nigga
Yeah
Got some skeletons in my closet, I'm afraid to bring 'em out
Got some secrets I can't tell you
They on my mind, I think about it
I told my momma, no more cryin'
Your oldest son gon' make you proud
She said, "son, go on, get that money
Don't let them leeching niggas around
You need someone to have your back
You need someone to have your back
When it all get bad, need someone to have your back"
Might stuff my problems in this blunt
Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
I'm at Magic on a Monday, I'm just minding my business
Gettin' something to eat from the kitchen
I ain't got time for no bitches
It didn't take long to get up here 'cause I was flyin' in a Bentley
DJ played all my new shit I had to slide 'em a fifty
Shit ain't how it used to be, feel like I'm growin' too fast
Bought everything I ever wanted 'cause I was broke in the past
Watching the dope boys run it up, they gave me hope in the past
They put them cuffs around my ankles and throwed my folks in that van
Everything I quote, they be sayin'
I can't joke when they playin'
After she sucked me, heard you fucked her
Yeah, that hoe went out bad
We gon' turn that dope into cash
We gon' get that money, I promise
We ain't worried bout none of you busters
Rich Homie, baby
Got some skeletons in my closet, I'm afraid to bring 'em out
Got some secrets I can't tell you
They on my mind, I think about it
I told my momma, no more cryin'
Your oldest son gon' make you proud
She said, "son, go on, get that money
Don't let them leeching niggas around
You need someone to have your back
You need someone to have your back
When it all get bad, need someone to have your back"
Might stuff my problems in this blunt
Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
I got some skeletons up in my closet
Don't like to talk about it
'Cause never know, never know, might get stalked about it
I put a seven in a blunt, I'm lit off Cali shit
I put a seven in the cup, this is Actavis
I drive a Rolls, I got so many hoes
I got so many Rolexes cold
I'm smiling throwin' fours
Baby mama drama, damn, they tryna torture who I am
Skeletons up in my closet, only one know is deep in
I need someone to have a nigga back like that
So I roll with them cats that I knew before the rap
They gon' protect me like Obama, mane, they got a nigga back
But keep on askin' me 'bout murders, keep on askin' me bout murders
Got some skeletons in my closet, I'm afraid to bring 'em out
Got some secrets I can't tell you
They on my mind, I think about it
I told my momma, no more cryin'
Your oldest son gon' make you proud
She said, "son, go on, get that money
Don't let them leeching niggas around
You need someone to have your back
You need someone to have your back
When it all get bad, need someone to have your back"
Might stuff my problems in this blunt
Loyalty deeper than words, you got my back, I got your front
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Skeletons - Rich Homie Quan and Boosie Badazz
