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Verse 1
Only a few niggas i’d die for//
Brothers knocking on god door//
Fuck we calling these cops for//
Nigga they the reason we here//
My right hand on this Glock 4
Nigga they the reason we here//
We on em niggas like lock jaw, CHECK
On my deebo shit//
A nigga tired of hearing that amigo shit//
Repping 3A on my trio shit//
And cutting niggas short on some chino shit// And the G’s know
All i hear is onomatopoeia// Show a little sign of gonorrhea// Sicker than the bitches really thinking that they fly but not Aaliyah// Niggas being bitches like the nigga Tyler got Madea// Owwww
I ain’t tryna shake yo hand// Hating niggas ain’t yo mans// I do what i do what i does and it ain’t no scam// Now they telling niggas they yo fam// Oh man
These niggas up to no good// You be a young nigga making sure the bros good// Next thing you know Chinx shot in his own hood// And im another nigga writing in a notebook// So i dont look//
Dolo (shit)// Its bloodsport on some bolo (shit)// This for them niggas on the low low// And dont know im jumpin niggas on some pogo (shit)//
A nigga can’t keep holdin what i can’t maintain// Its when you getting paper nigga everything change// So every motherfucker that been hating on a nigga when i see em imma hit em with the bang bang bang
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It hurts the more i think about it// You pussy niggas don’t speak about it//
NO NO NO time to make peace about it// Cuz you pussy boy! and we be about it we on
Im on one i don’t trust these niggas x4
Verse 2
What the fuck wrong with a nigga// Acting like they never get along with a nigga// Shitted on my mixtape now they wanna do a song with a nigga// my nigga my nigga // Feelin like denzel in this bitch yo// They tryna get to yo bread through a window// They treat me like bruh man from the 5th floor//
Coming in like homie// I really like the way you flowing// Ever since high school u been growing// I mean look at all the places u going// But one thing the whole team know is//
I be only riding for my niggas// Tryna be surrounded by the realest// Ya be thinkin ’bout the money feeding off the thousand dollar dealers// Till our people dying and we been surrounded by the killers// GOT DAMN
Shouts to my latinum niggas// All my latin niggas going platinum niggas// Love to the black real niggas// They say we monkeys with banana clips that’ll peel niggas//
God’ll never judge but he finna deal wit us// Represent the warriors and they reveal niggas// Rest in peace to tio but a nigga still wit us// If it wasn’t for the spirit woulda tried to kill niggas//
What… yall niggas trippin like a westbrook interview// I mean where was the love when i hit rock bottom but i blow and im 'pose to remember you//
Ya make a nigga lose hope// Where the fuck is yall when a nigga too broke// Where the fuck is yall when a nigga lose folks// But wanna hit me up asap 'cuz a nigga too dope//
You MotherFuckers is getting too close dont cross that line// Picture everything i saw at 9// Can’t deny the foreplay// Was 9 in 4th grade// A 9 and 4 gauge //Across that spine//
Bitch yup// If u wearin a vest// Then yo head and yo neck is finna be D.O.A// I old u niggas we dont play// Swore to my mother imma be ok//
She said „boy i don’t give a fuck about these niggas// I wanna see you clown these niggas// They really thinking they it, I be ready to pound these niggas// Swam with the sharks so you finna drown these niggas//
'Cuz u can’t keep holdin what you can’t maintain// Its wen you gettin paper nigga everything change// So every motherfucker that been hating on a nigga when you see em better hit em with the bang bang bang// MY NIGGA
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