A Boy & His Kite - No Promises

Wasn't I good to you?

Cardo got wings

Yeah, at least I was good to you

At least I was good to you

At least I was good to you

At least I was good to you

I can't make no fucking promises

Lifestyle getting out of control, lifestyle getting ludicrous

I made a milli' in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit

Typed it in like, "How to make a milli'" I used to google it

Savannah just wanted to see me perform

And got hit over stupid shit

I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone

They don't know who the shooter is

You never know, never feel untouchable

I touched your soul, made you feel so comfortable

If I let you go, I would feel so skeptical

Unacceptable but I still gotta let you know

Yeah, that I can't make no fucking promises

I can't make no fucking promises, I can't make no fucking promises

Yeah, lifestyle on the road, sheesh

Used to always want a Rollie, now I want a new two-tone gold Patek

Yeah, we couldn't go to Phillipe's

I had to be on that corner until it was morning

So me and my niggas could eat

I be the one with the sauce, I never thought it was sweet

I got my foot in the door

They never gave me the key, I had to turn to a ki

Even when I was a boy

I was the man in the streets, I was the man with the heat

I was a beast, sheesh

He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me

Damn, but she can't keep no fucking promises

Shit, I'm coming with a lotta money, money comes with a lotta shit

Told Mo, "Bring the studio to everywhere we go" and that's a lotta hits

Slo-mo in my videos, when the lights out, all my diamonds hit

Something 'bout blue faces, I like money conversations

Whole lotta 20's that's basic, nigga, fuck it, I'm shameless

Can't fuck with a snitch nigga, if you get caught, don't say shit

Have you ever met another nigga like me? I bet you won't say shit

I went from rags to riches

I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face

I hit the baddest bitches

It's sad but I had to curve 'em the same day

I treated them bad

I wouldn't be mad if I was to get treated the same way

So treat me the same way, same way, same way

I was a savage to you

I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side

I swear if I ever left you in the cold

It's cause it was colder inside

Look here, I swear if you ever try to leave me alone

I hope you don't turn to a thot

Most of the niggas that call me only hit my phone

Because I get money a lot

I be the one with the throne

You say you gon' take it but nigga we know that's a lie

Even before we was on

The money was long and we used to fuck up the spot

Bitches was singing my song

I knew I was on, right when I bust down a watch

Niggas was hating before and they hate on me now

But don't know what to say to me now

I was gonna do it to her, but I don't really wanna use her

Keep giving excuses, when we really gonna link up?

Even if I sound stupid, I'ma say what's real to her

Even if she not truthful, fuck it I'ma still be good to you

• Artist:A Boy & His Kite
• Album: bigger artist