Dedicated to the breesh

Dedicated to the breesh

Gave the streets my all

Mama want me in when the lights turn on

And they Screaming it's beef miggas ain't on nun

Yea I Came up out the gutter in the trap we ball make the wrong move **** and that thang go flawww

Ya my Feens hit the tango when they want more hard

Ya hop in the Wraith and switch lanes with the stars

My brothers won't switch up no matter the cost

And I'm still contemplating why I gave her my all I'm straight to the top number one on them charts and my shooter Sb he gon Creep thru the dark yea u better move smart and u betta play ya part

Cuz I done came a long way from sittin in dem hallways tryna get a dolla staining anything in broad day I can get her wet but I'm jus playing this is foreplay opps always chattin till I ask em What the score say

And **** be fake I'll mowe the lawn if I hear there's some snakes ain't ducking no rec only run from the jakes and free all the ankles that can't leave the state I done hopped out of stolie a took the feds Ona chase

But now it's my time to get to these bands Nd no I ain't shaking ya hands ion neeed no new friends Nd my ex botch had love for my mans shoulda knew it was part of her plans

So I can't give my heart away these bitches can't afford it I stood over the pot and had to stir it like its porridge stuck up in the trap cuz they can't stand what's on my cori issa young dmo **** u gon see me tourin

I just walked out of saks and just blew me a bag when I ain't have no cash I was finessing them tags till I picked up the pack and I started taxing ya she wanna get wit me she know I ain't average

 I ain't chasin no treesh only chasin the backends these miggas be cappin that's not how it happen these bitches ain't love me till I started rappin the glizzy or Smitthen we choose for attacking I told him stop chattin pop out wit the ratchet servin