Bizzy Crook - Structure lyrics

[Intro] sh** could've been real sh** could've got oh sh** We could've been fire That would've looked so so I might've forgot alot But never forgot that a**, how you feel [Verse 1: Bizzy Crook] Streets talk starts wars motherf**in' hater Matte black Phantom b**h 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 f** was structure Ayo where the f** was structure (sh** could've been real) [Verse 2: Bizzy Crook] My n***a Harv used to scoop me in that Benz after school 15, used to let me whip the Benz so they know Young n***a gettin' money is all a n***a ever knew Dope boy, you don't even knew til you see this coupe He said this sh** here is for me [?] This sh** is not for you And the music gon pay off real soon, real soon That was my ride or die n***a, now rest in peace I try to keep these n***as off the streets Not everybody cooks but everybody wanna eat They wanna piece of mine and I just want my f**in' mind at peace I know all they tactics I'm just thinkin' past it I'm thinkin' forwards, n***as thinkin' backwards If this was '09 and you was talkin' numbers, I was thinkin' plastic Ayo that sh** 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 f**ed up Ayo you really got me f**ed up [Verse 3: Bizzy Crook] Young rich n***a 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 sh**, my n***a 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 b**hes been good But come to think, I don't really f** 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 sh** I'm just lookin' for the ones that said that I won't make it Yup, good look, no hard feelings mothaf**a [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 b**h probably hate me though I'm just out here gettin' money but you probably hear me though (Where the f** is structure [x3])