Dari
Lirik
Yo, kickbacks
Step ya game up, young bru
Step ya game up, young bru
You think you gangster 'cause you blew a gun?
Well, we got plenty of 'em
I still be tryna drill, B.B. say chill 'cause you the chosen one
I went through shit, I had all my mama kids, I'm the most broken one
We on top of it, but forever got love for Flocka, he had to pull my brunt
You stabbed me in my back, but I'm an ape, you can't get off on me
Shootin' fire with the other to make it home, bitch, we gon' take the risk
You my brother, I go load up with that quarter, you ain't gotta take the blitz
I knew that was gon' come when I was lit, so I ain't never chased a bitch
I got hella drops and hella dots, but we ain't spin 'em though
'Cause I be tryna change the life of all my Yankee bros
No matter what you make, if you get lit, they think you sold your soul
Might be tender a lil' bit, but never trust a ho
Thinkin' 'bout my fallen soldiers and hope they made it over
'Cause I know Heaven ain't for killers and no pistol blowers
And never bought a whole designer, prolly Fashion Nova
She gon' fuck you if she fuck you, never push up on her
Thinkin' 'bout B.B. and all them times he smile, I reminisce
I wish he nutted in some hos and left a couple children
My pain will never fuckin' heal until them **** feel me
I know lil' Ricky not goin' through it, got my lil' bro sentenced
Won't stop comin' for blood 'til I get **** brains off in my hand
I cried on my first hat too, ain't held me tight since you became my man
Thuggin' in that box, before that cell, we grew up in the sand
Catch a opp, and it's out of Neverland like kiss that Peter Pan
Boy, big B ****, I been happy, and I've been dyin' to get on feet, ****
Don't respond to no more dissin', **** die tryin' to be street ****
That big bro told me, don't trust 'em with that paper if I can't eat with you
I know you went out this bitch blowin', wish you had me in two-three with you
A lil' fuck, so maybe look for a winner, maybe the shit talker
They can't stunt that shit on P, I ain't layin' no bitch like I was a stalker
I went and hopped that bitch in my chain
If they had the cameras, they been woulda caught me
The bros in tight, 'til we meet again, we stuntin' on ten, forever we ballin'
Forever we ballin' ****
