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Dog I'm finna hit you with this gem You can never let a nigga think you sweet or can be played with That's both enemies and any of your friends You think they loyal maybe so Then again maybe not Cause most these niggas only loyal to their bread That's the saddest of the facts you probably shouldn't get attached You might have to shoot a nigga in the head Don't hesitate to kill that nigga if it comes to it Yo I been that nigga I ain't never had to prove no shit to y'all I treat my mental like it's metal See I'm quicker with the draw I was born to be a rapper from the beginning And my friend wanted the same but had a different upbringing His unc was cooking crack like hollandaise Double boiler on to turn the coke into a demi-glace Me and them were not the same I was living by the law for the most part Save a few times I will not explain We all had to find our way I was in they room and making money of the madden game My nigga's weed profit turned my profit Thanks to New Orleans I had yet to touch the stuff Only just became a teen His other friend he wanted in he was broke though He leveraged friendship for consignment things And that's where he fucked up He was smoking off the pack and didn't sell enough to pay My nigga's uncle pulled a gun on him next time he came Looked at me then at my friend Then this what that nigga said Dog I'm finna hit you with this gem You can never let a nigga think you sweet or can be played with That's both enemies and any of your friends You think they loyal maybe so then again maybe not Cause most these niggas only loyal to their bread That's the saddest of the facts you probably shouldn't get attached You might have to shoot a nigga in the head Don't hesitate to kill that nigga if it comes to it I won't hesitate my gun like a toddler It like to talk a lot Hate when niggas talk all tough But they like to call the cops If she fucked three of your brothers That's what I call a thot My father left when I was a kid so I never called him pops I'm from where grannies going to church and they talk to God And adolescent boys putting dick in they daughter's box Just to take a bath microwave till the water hot Look, now I'm a boss to my niggas cause I call the shots I'm from where these niggas heal from pain through a liquor bottle Uh, single mothers that gotta live with sorrow With no certainty that they sons gon' live tomorrow Stray bullets fly through the hood and they get hit with hollows I'm just tryna chill but they wanna bring me the beef Just watch how you running up niggas keep a gun in they reach Head shot, she in a pool full of blood up in the street Say it's a cold world so I covered her with a sheet Dog I'm finna hit you with this gem You can never let a nigga think you sweet or can be played with That's both enemies and any of your friends You think they loyal maybe so then again maybe not Cause most these niggas only loyal to their bread That's the saddest of the facts you probably shouldn't get attached You might have to shoot a nigga in the head Don't hesitate to kill that nigga if it comes to it I'm rolling Mary in bibles You niggas is looking scary The way we lit the whip up I thought we was smoking Camry's Yo this basehead lick be sniffing dope with a xanny It's good then she say that boy mine like Brandy I'm hand-to-handing sales to your grandma she in her panties I always give her extra I feel like she understands me I'm breaking off a beta My product can break off families I have em selling food stamps then food out they pantries I'm hurricane wrist with this mix my shit Sandy My shrimps out the water my butter looking like scampis Shot him out his bomber then grabbed a bomber from Campy's My flow so dope yo people can really stamp me Viewed em at the visual vigil I'm vigilante Shooting up the village my city is Pakistani Yo the way we selling bundles you swear we was selling candy Yo yo yo yo your shit candy Dog I'm finna hit you with this gem You can never let a nigga think you sweet or can be played with That's both enemies and any of your friends You think they loyal maybe so then again, maybe not Cause most these niggas only loyal to their bread That's the saddest of the facts you probably shouldn't get attached You might have to shoot a nigga in the head Don't hesitate to kill that nigga if it comes to it
Writer(s): Tristan Geddes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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