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Sonic Career day in school, never be a policeman Top floor of the Fountainebleau havin' threesome Look you in your eyes, say they love you, just don't believe them In the trenches, gotta play 'em close like you need 'em Chest pains, I was sippin' lean by the litre How you screamin' that you got some killers, you don't feed 'em Booka steady trippin' when I say I don't believe in Jesus Don't ever put your all into a bitch 'cause she gon' leave And I know a couple of Atlanta hoes that wear her lashes In the trap, I fuck the baddest bitches on the mattress Give in to the trenches, took advantage of my kindness I done gave a nigga a lot of pounds without askin' Government, did that shutdown, he got his time in Damn well, he ain't 'posed to be on home confinement Killers right on standby off my word just like Simon I can judge a nigga by his character, off his diamonds I know a nigga, he shootin' dice with the T's But how you say that when I give him all he needs? And even though he ain't show no love, I try to reach In commonwealth, he took a dub, nigga, please Is it possible they love you like they say they do? Is it possible, your homies, they gon' hate on you? For that check I have your day ones to lay on you Is they keepin' it one thousand like they say they do? They don't understand me, addicted to them Xannies Told you ain't friends, it's only the family Is it possible you gon' ride? Is it possible you gon' ride? Out on 1300, so don't act like you can't find us Tim-Tim lost his life, I bang the same block he died for September 18th, ain't that the same shit we cried for? All them niggas got to slidin' when them tears dried up Made it out the trenches, we young vets and survivors Learned so much from that corner, bumped my head, but now I'm wiser Chasin' after trends, I risked my freedom for designer Almost lost my life, got out and I was on that timer Now I hit up treasures with a hundred thousand on me I don't fuck with niggas, I'm will blast about my lonely Loyalty dyin' slow, you gotta watch out for your homies If any nigga play, a dead man is what he gon' be Is it possible they love you like they say they do? Is it possible, your homies, they gon' hate on you? For that check I have your day ones to lay on you Is they keepin' it one thousand like they say they do? They don't understand me, addicted to them Xannies Told you I ain't friendly, it's only the family Is it possible you gon' ride? Is it possible you gon' ride? Sonic
Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Eric Anthony Sandoval, Durk D Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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