Lyrics

I been feelin' like I'm stuck in my ways Sippin' juice, poppin' pills, nothin' changed Thinking like "Fuck, what could I do to numb this pain?" We rappin' now, we used to come up off of stains The block was poppin' then, but shit, we got it poppin' now The older homies ain't on shit, some of them coppin' out No drive-by's, we gon' foot it through or hop it now And all that kill-a-nigga shit is what you not about All them niggas on that side be on some broke shit How you lovin' on that bitch when she let bro hit? I been beatin' up that road, you ain't take no risk If we can't get that nigga, we gon' get the closest Catch me purgin' through the city like I'm Michael Myers And dog just wolfin' like he skippin, he is not a slider My brother's keeper, if you ridin', then I'm right beside you I'm takin' on when every time they try to get behind us Don't need a light but my shit dancin' when they hit them diamonds I'm on the block, if you lookin' for me, I ain't hidin' Somebody tell these niggas ain't no funkin' when you broke Don't need nobody, half of my skits was damn near to the throat I dropped my ski-zy when it's sleazy, I'm gon' get up close I do the dash in every whip like it was stolen All my niggas got on ice, damn, it's feelin' cold Come and test it, guaranteed to wipe a nigga nose Don't give a fuck about what you heard, bitch I'm in my bag Blood can't come around the homies, 'cause he know it's bad Switch on every glick we got, I like to blow on 4s Fuck a pass, catch a sucka', then get on his ass Fuck the cameras, bro gon' blow the-, without a mask He gon (ftt), when I up it, that's on every strap I'm through the front, told lil' bro he gon' go through the back You post them guns all on IG, what you gon' do with that? And if he told he ain't around, we ain't bool with that But anywho, to shake this pain, I get high off drugs My heart cold, think I just need to find some love But then I probably don't It got me thinkin' to myself I'm probably fine alone You know it's funk, why you leave the house without yo' pole? If Sleaze call me, then I'm sliding, nigga, that's for sure Nigga, that's for sure
Writer(s): Jalique Moore, Trevor Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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