Structure

[Intro] Shit could've been real Shit could've got oh shit We could've been fire That would've looked so so I might've forgot alot But never forgot that ass, how you feel [Verse 1: Bizzy Crook] Streets talk starts wars motherfuckin' hater Matte black Phantom bitch I feel like Darth Vader I'm always up before the young boy who get the paper Made a jump away fader, still ain't get a post for FADER [Hook: Bizzy Crook] I had it all together I just needed help with structure I just needed help with structure I knew exactly how I seen it I just needed help with structure I just needed help with structure I took a shopping cast out, would've been nice to have some structure Would've been nice to have some structure We hit the club and racked out but yo Where the fuck was structure Ayo where the fuck was structure (Shit could've been real) [Verse 2: Bizzy Crook] My nigga Harv used to scoop me in that Benz after school 15, used to let me whip the Benz so they know Young nigga gettin' money is all a nigga ever knew Dope boy, you don't even knew til you see this coupe He said this shit here is for me [?] This shit is not for you And the music gon pay off real soon, real soon That was my ride or die nigga, now rest in peace I try to keep these niggas off the streets Not everybody cooks but everybody wanna eat They wanna piece of mine and I just want my fuckin' mind at peace I know all they tactics I'm just thinkin' past it I'm thinkin' forwards, niggas thinkin' backwards If this was '09 and you was talkin' numbers, I was thinkin' plastic Ayo that shit was back then, look [Hook: Bizzy Crook] I had the blueprint all along I just needed help with structure I just needed help with structure Fans flip flights from New Orleans man I wish I used some structure Man I wish I used some structure Remember we was talkin' in Orlando so you could bring me structure I feel like you could bring me structure Then we hit the club next night ayo you really had me fucked up Ayo you really got me fucked up [Verse 3: Bizzy Crook] Young rich nigga can't afford to take a day off Young big homie on these labels rap radar Cuz even when its practice, I treat it like the playoffs I never stress shit, my nigga let it shake off On my way to Dallas, textin' Dallas Slept in Cali now I woke up on the Twitter damn she got the fattest And now the bitches been good But come to think, I don't really fuck as much as I could The pussies like liquor when you out backstages I mean its always there but I don't always take it I peep everything I just don't always say shit I'm just lookin' for the ones that said that I won't make it Yup, good look, no hard feelings mothafucka [Outro] And I told you, you ain't hear me on the radio everywhere you go All your girls bumpin' 84 you can't escape me though All your girls hit me on the low bitch probably hate me though I'm just out here gettin' money but you probably hear me though (Where the fuck is structure [x3])