Texty

My nigga told fuck it son Cause he got put on child support I say fuck his mom We need pops And he need our support We what niggas gossip for We what niggas rap about Have your girl screaming marciana till she tap out Mannnn they cut her lights See the light truck going We got the junkies around the hood to cut her lights back on uhh Its Christmas time He fucked up His daughter like frozen She wanna the honor toy Alil bike and some clothing Bm in his ear She say he broke you need a life All he got is his 4 And he robbing everything When you balling you the shit You start missing Them hoes leave Same bitch that fronted Screaming yo from the nose bleeds I rather sit in prison Working out in a slave yard Then all niggas following A Hurst to the graveyard Im really in the hood Reminiscing on them cool days Hard times hamburger helper We sharing kool aid Hoop dreams faded Every year i scorched Used to give a nigga 30 On them pullout courts In a squader with a thot chick I tell her this my pop shit Gas tank on E And shorty thinking that i got shit Embarrassed by the fact That my shit wont start Im broke now She tell her friends How we fucking broke down Live from the gudda Aint no dads Aint no help Im from where bad bitches Eating crabs on the step My homies tell me you next Feel like doughboy and his crew neck On the face time with my hitta His just coped hisself a new tech Tell my niggas chill They say i sound like sharreef Catch you lacking on them traps You cant get money and beef Hotdogs every week Newports and a pepsi Youngin fucking his pack up His moms smoking his reggie I just want that hov money A million for 10 shows High school wit exclusives Shit like how a nigga get those Jahlil told me be patient We going pullup in those benzos Imma make my brothers rich Mj with the big nose Vegas on the strip Im sayin lurkin with my chick and them Im at fat burger Where that shit went down With tip and them Lastnight i thought about Joining the army It wasnt bad And i heard when you die You get American flags Im saying i fought for the country Do this shit for the hungry The way that racism going They still be calling us monkeys Ignorant black boy His face on the news now They building new jails They out here shutting them schools down Niggas talking like they savage We dont fear yall niggas We got our ear to the street But we dont her yall niggas
Writer(s): Laura Pergolizzi, Michael Gonzales, Nathaniel J Campany Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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