Lyrics

R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit Pulling live out of Philly Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial When the chasers in the building turn the lights down Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out Block party, living life wild I go to court for probation and looking like trial The DA told me she want a nigga but right now I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?" Is it the money? Is it the cars? Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far? But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me Lil' Snupe... They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe So what's a nigga 'sposed to do? Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot? Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap Young niggas selling caine just to get it back And they busting out them racks till they sitting back And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it I came up on four wheelers Bananas and gorillas through the jungle Where killers rumble and everyone perishing Realest nigga in it no comparison And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin Nigga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg Where the love at? Where the love at? I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back Before my nigga go starving like where the grub at Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again
Writer(s): Matthew Jehu Samuels, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Stephen Noel Kozmeniuk, Zale Epstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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