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Boss lemme talk to him Huh Fuck ducking drug enforcement Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises Put 'em in position, become bosses Writings on the wall, when spitting I hung portraits Waves spinning, I'm dumb nauseous If you got a few sitting I want more of it Never take the first number the judge offers I'm in the Gucci store right under the Trump office Are you living or you existing? Gotta start living, can't be resistant No matter how you get it just be persistent Consistent, from not become a statistic Realistic, no lie I'm at these niggas necks and I'm gifted, bow tie Claiming you the best, what you sniffing? Bro high Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hitting like no mas, hah Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga Like I ain't learn the game from a nigga Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga Dropping the top back in the rain on a nigga Rims bending the corners, bad bitches is on us Breaking day with the hitters, hit dirty kitchen in the morning Breaking haze in the swisher, that piff be having me yawning Niggas claiming they with you, until it's raining and storming That fake shit, smile up in your face shit Get around niggas and always saying some hate shit How you been eating? Ain't never hand 'em a plate shit Always see you speeding, up down the block in the spaceship Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement Check my bank statements, while I stay patient Niggas ain't playing, be careful who you play with Huh, you think shit a game Got stopped by Police, gave a different name Had my OG give me different game Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain Climbing out the hole like the nigga Bane Got a condo, a crib in Wayne Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange Born crazy, late 80's and I'm still insane From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn't win shit Now I got twin chicks on my dick begging to French kiss Still got my Gem Star, deflate all that gym shit Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long Feds be listening so we kicking it with the shower on These niggas acid, I'm cocaine in powder form Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knocking Quiet Storm Yellow butter soft, I'm feeling like Ike Love Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club Lately I just come up with this shit, ain't gotta write much I'm focused, niggas with no direction will fuck your life up It's orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it? Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred It's levels to this, you ain't never heard no Porches racing You ain't never been 'round no bitches that's more than basic The coke weak, don't trust the plug, then you oughta taste it Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb Your bitch stressed, she keep telling me 'bout how quick you cum When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun Fighting ain't like you, confused, why would they hype you? Nigga you Ron Harper, out here acting like Michael This what the life do, my past women spiteful But fuck it, we got baking soda, let's see what this ice do My man he just got his house I'm 'bout to send a kite through Don't come around, I ain't invite you I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you Don't nobody touch no money 'til the dice move Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call Bitches talking bout Dave East from London to Edenwald I ain't scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk Fresh out public housing, this life is better than we'd a thought I want you off this Earth then we don't need to talk Same rules apply, baby, she ain't fucking then she can walk
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Teeyon Winfree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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