CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Break A Habit
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Look, I got 5 for 10s, 2 for 20s
Hop out this brand new religion
Powered up, Im stupid with it
Powdered up on juice for-really
Ask him is his soul for sale?
Like ain’t my hoe for sale?
Half a pound, half a child
See how my sh*t average out
N***as ain’t got no courage
But they sober, now they blasting off
Talking sh*t, talking down
See how this sh*t average out
I got my ink pen on my shoulders
I got some real love on my shoulders
Keep it real raw like they showed me
I peeled off it’s October, It’s on ya, it’s in me
Still real in the backseat tripping
Young jit in the frontseat tripping
Don’t spill in the backseat pimpin
When I drive it it make you nervous
Y’all n***as ain’t got no heart
My n***as don’t need no closure
My n***as ain’t have no daddys papa
One f**ked on my baby mama
N***a you know the world deceiving
It was like one of my favorite partners
What I’m ‘posed to do with my other partners?
It’s getting ugly Mama
She said, “don’t you f**king relapse”
I’m like, yeah
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Look, I got 5 for 10s, 2 for 20s
Hop out this brand new religion
Powered up, Im stupid with it
Powdered up on juice for-really
Ask him is his soul for sale?
Like ain’t my hoe for sale?
Half a pound, half a child
See how my sh*t average out
N***as ain’t got no courage
But they sober, now they blasting off
Talking sh*t, talking down
See how this sh*t average out
I got my ink pen on my shoulders
I got some real love on my shoulders
Keep it real raw like they showed me
I peeled off it’s October, It’s on ya, it’s in me
Still real in the backseat tripping
Young jit in the frontseat tripping
Don’t spill in the backseat pimpin
When I drive it it make you nervous
Y’all n***as ain’t got no heart
My n***as don’t need no closure
My n***as ain’t have no daddys papa
One f**ked on my baby mama
N***a you know the world deceiving
It was like one of my favorite partners
What I’m ‘posed to do with my other partners?
It’s getting ugly Mama
She said, “don’t you f**king relapse”
I’m like, yeah
Yeah, how you start your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Me in all my lonesome
It’s hard to break a habit mane
Working on the drama
It’s hard to break a habit mane
How you end your day bruh?
It’s hard to break a habit mane
