Can't Relate (Explicit)

Can't Relate (Explicit) - Albee Al/Fivio Foreign

Lyrics by：Fivio Foreign/Albert Robinson

Composed by：Fivio Foreign/Albert Robinson

I ain't even praying for a win

'Cause praying without action is a sin

Niggas talking **** but I actually consent

'Cause every time they post

I get paid and I be happy every cent

I got famous and I ain't asked for this

They tell me make them famous too

Like this **** is a magic trick

Yeah I made it first but she don't gotta be mad at this

She just gotta be loyal she don't gotta be the baddest *****

I'm sitting with the mayor you so dumb you probably laugh at it

So if I go to court I tell the judge that I'm an activist

Yeah and I ain't never been a fabricator

It's Fivio Foreign and The Gladiator

***** I got richer for celebrating my pain

No matter where the grass at all the snakes the same

On the internet they tough for real they fake and they lame

Go live talk **** that's how niggas making their name

And this a different conversation

If she can't **** with all the lit niggas she think she basic

The Instagram **** contagious

If you don't **** with the internet we related

Yeah I see the blogs and the comments but I don't say ****

'Cause when I'm outside with my shooter

I know I'm sanctioned

Bro got shot on the way home and he ain't make it hurt

Niggas tried to rob for his jewels but they ain't take it huh

Heard a stripper ***** snaked him

It's how it is man

Hey Favi let me loose

Lost my lil' cous' I used to cry to sleep

Plus I'm facing life so I gotta weep

If I can ask you one question is you proud of me

Tell shorty keep it real

But then she lied to me that **** hurt

Try sleeping with a broken heart

It's like everything we built it seem like it broke apart

I thought that we'd grow together instead we grew apart

All these ******* heartbreaks that turned me to a shark

**** I done popped like five urks

I'm trying to numb the pain

Shoes smell like mildew from stuck in the rain

Told the judge that I would change stuck in the game

First week home I'm back selling cane

I was vulnerable for love believing in anything

Remember I was dead broke and give me anything

Knowing if I was up I'd give him anything

I'd give him anything

Man I was eating jail noodles wishing for a steak

Baby moms homeless wishing for a place

I couldn't help I was stuck they sending me to state

I should have kept it to myself 'cause you can't relate

'Cause you can't relate

'Cause you can't relate

'Cause you can't relate