U.See - BTS Lyrics

Uh uh uh uh
Yee eh eh eh
Hmm
Men I've been through the the vice
Men I've been through the vice
But they wan kill him vibe
But they wan kill him vibe
A real G really know the things he like
But some of them be looking nice
But they got dirt inside
Not my type
Not my type

People don't really know
What the man be facing
Oh it's like a scar
I can't erase it
Holy water my head
God butter my bread

Ooo
Cut my amor
Cut my sleeves
No love on the streets
For a brother like this
If money was a seed
It would it grow like trees
But would I get rich
From the branches and leaves
Cut my amor
Cut my sleeves
No love on the streets
For a brother like this
If money was a seed
It would it grow like trees
But would I get rich
From the branches and leaves

Men I've been through the the vice
Men I've been through the vice
But they wan kill him vibe
But they wan kill him vibe
A real G really know the things he like
But some of them be looking nice
But they got dirt inside
Not my type
Not my type

What a motivation
What a moti
Got to many haters
Looking at me
People never say this
Never done it
So much alterations
Allegations
On phone when I try to on it
Got my own emotions
In a landing
But I got too many facing
Got too many things that the brother might be facing

Ooo Cut my amor
Cut my sleeves
No love on the streets
For a brother like this
If money was a seed
It would it grow like trees
But would I get rich
From the branches and leaves
Cut my amor
Cut my sleeves
No love on the streets
For a brother like this
If money was a seed
It would it grow like trees
But would I get rich
From the branches and leaves

So I dey look at the people
Wey wan hold it down
Hold it fam
Cannot hold me down
I'm this cozy town
Cozy town
They never see my type o(chei)

Men I've been through the the vice
Men I've been through the vice
But they wan kill him vibe
But they wan kill him vibe
A real G really know the things he like
But some of them be looking nice
But they got dirt inside
Not my type
Not my type

Friendship is a priceless gift
That cannot be bought nor sold
But it's value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold
For gold is cold and lifeless
It can neither see nor hear
And in time of trouble
It's powerless to cheer
The love of real true friends

They never see my type o.