Lyrics

Im not the one you could lean on Lean on One you could lean on I don't do lean in my double cup I need to feel like i'm born again These niggas hating on the double up I know they see that we on again Big rat nigga fucked it up I need to see that shit blow out his brain Take his crown of the fence Lay it down on the bench I could see that they ain't tough enough We hit the city with Mugsy and Rum and dem Just Know the Jinkers come to fuck it up Know the Jinkers come to bust it up We was growing on dem backstreets bumping Roddie Rich up in the back seat My cousin momma was a Black Queen till she turned into a crack fiend Real niggas stay in touch with us I had to find me a way I was fucking up If i get some Caine I could run it up That fire flame got the runners up Why the 12 wanna fuck with us I caught a case I was runnin with Jump and dem No balmains I was struggling When dem folks came had to muzzle it In the rain with the gunners You pussy cuz I know your boss was runner Selling Caine for a youngin Who was 10 years younger I'm not the one you could lean on Call the shooters kno i get them cleaned up Niggas fuck up ya whip with the beam jawn Know I do this for real I dont need yall Im the realest that you heard of God Have you ever seen a murder Hold It down niggas nervous Don't talk about shit that don't concern ya You say you saw niggas burn ya A body dropped and they confirmed it I don't do lean in my double cup I need to feel like i'm born again These niggas hating on the double up I know they see that we on again Big rat nigga fucked it up I need to see that shit blow out his brain Take his crown of the fence Lay it down on the bench I could see that they ain't tough enough We hit the city with Mugsy and Rum and dem Just Know the Jinkers come to fuck it up Know the Jinkers come to bust it up We was growing on dem backstreets bumping Roddie Rich up in the back seat My cousin momma was a Black Queen till she turned into a crack feen No Propaganda They tried to ban us Abilly cool niggas broke the rules They don't understand us So fuck the cameras And put some bands up My niggas move right in front the school Niggas light a candle Let it squeeze let it squeeze These niggas calling police They dont want war they won't speak If you a frog nigga leap Leave a dog in the street With the bulldog of the leash Im the door with the heat Six soya on beat I've been running with the beam God 45 is a machine Body's droppin on the scene And i've been running from the Ds They been on me and my team They tryna catch us with the flame I don't do lean in my double cup I need to feel like i'm born again These niggas hating on the double up I know they see that we on again Big rat nigga fucked it up I need to see that shit blow out his brain Take his crown of the fence Lay it down on the bench I could see that they ain't tough enough We hit the city with Mugsy and Rum and dem Just Know the Jinkers come to fuck it up Know the Jinkers come to bust it up We was growing on dem backstreets bumping Roddie Rich up in the back seat My cousin momma was a Black Queen till she turned into a crack fiend Im the realest that you heard of God Have you ever seen a murder Hold It down niggas nervous Don't talk about shit that don't concern ya A body dropped and they confirmed it
Writer(s): Hillary Lindsey, Curtis Richardson, Shane Stevens, Steve Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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