Duckin all that bullshit i'm stayin true to myself i ain't cappin dis is real and god i'm asking 4 help u wanna know why dey b tottin on dem tools by da belt cause everybody wanna kill u when u winnin fr
I know da bro's are down to ride
If they need me i'm down to slide
Killas all around da city always clutchin on dat 9 hear a drilla bussin shells bet know this shit is trife hittas gotta hold they own gunna's creepin in the night fr
I gotta stay true to myself u ain't know the shit i went thru all dem years that were dealt ain't no cappin in these verses swear to god dis is real might get a little bit explicit but i ain't gotta chill just
Call me meek because i'm hungry trynna run up a mill puttin all up on da line u ain't know how it feel dreaming day n night about da M's and house on da hill every verse i spit forever swear to god ima kill
Couple homies did me wrong did em wrong too
Broke a couple bitches hearts i ain't want too
Rob a sucka passin by like i'm ja rule
I'm too invested in this shit i know i can't lose
Heli right above us wonder who they searchin
Bitch i put all my hidden stories in these verses
Glock or 80 dosent matter better tott it
This shit ain't luck on 27 i was chosen im rhyming on dis beat like i got sum to prove i heard the closes in ya circle dey be prayin u lose so f*ck the gimmicks only thing im trusting here is dis tool serve me a plate and duck the jakes i better watch how i move
Had to steal a couple purses bro to tell u the truth had to take a couple dollas just to get in the booth im thuggin out in poverty what u expect me to do these 9-5 aint cutting it that's why i'm hittin this coupe
I heard you lost a couple times u went to cry on the bench i heard that u was on 12 nd u was never on 10 while u was crying i was plannin trynna get out da trench now i'm spitting stories in this booth to show i'm the best and if i don't reach 27 i can't live with regrets u gotta take life to the fullest grab this world by the neck i took my dream and den i fixed it turned that shit to a check i had sum days where it ain't shine but till this day i feel blessed
Ain't even cap i took a year cause i was down in my life i almost gave up on myself my days were darker than bright i had sum birthdays i was down where was broke with a 9 i'm really trynna make it happen stack a mill to da sky
I'm out here steady plotting moves trynna serve me a plate this shit a marathon my nigga so i'm winning the race i had to study all the gems i had to take from the game in out here trynna make it out but i'm still stuck in my ways ain't got a dolla in my pocket so we robbin a place my dawg is sketching out da print u better not a leave a trace i got a couple dirty hunnids out here duckin the jakes i'm rockin with some real hittas i ain't f*ckin with fakes
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Duckin all that bullshit i'm stayin true to myself i ain't cappin dis is real and god i'm asking 4 help u wanna know why dey b tottin on dem tools by da belt cause everybody wanna kill u when u winnin fr
I know da bro's are down to ride
If they need me i'm down to slide
Killas all around da city always clutchin on dat 9 hear a drilla bussin shells bet know this shit is trife hittas gotta hold they own gunna's creepin in the night fr
I gotta stay true to myself u ain't know the shit i went thru all dem years that were dealt ain't no cappin in these verses swear to god dis is real might get a little bit explicit but i ain't gotta chill just
Call me meek because i'm hungry trynna run up a mill puttin all up on da line u ain't know how it feel dreaming day n night about da M's and house on da hill every verse i spit forever swear to god ima kill
Couple homies did me wrong did em wrong too
Broke a couple bitches hearts i ain't want too
Rob a sucka passin by like i'm ja rule
I'm too invested in this shit i know i can't lose
Heli right above us wonder who they searchin
Bitch i put all my hidden stories in these verses
Glock or 80 dosent matter better tott it
This shit ain't luck on 27 i was chosen im rhyming on dis beat like i got sum to prove i heard the closes in ya circle dey be prayin u lose so f*ck the gimmicks only thing im trusting here is dis tool serve me a plate and duck the jakes i better watch how i move
Had to steal a couple purses bro to tell u the truth had to take a couple dollas just to get in the booth im thuggin out in poverty what u expect me to do these 9-5 aint cutting it that's why i'm hittin this coupe
I heard you lost a couple times u went to cry on the bench i heard that u was on 12 nd u was never on 10 while u was crying i was plannin trynna get out da trench now i'm spitting stories in this booth to show i'm the best and if i don't reach 27 i can't live with regrets u gotta take life to the fullest grab this world by the neck i took my dream and den i fixed it turned that shit to a check i had sum days where it ain't shine but till this day i feel blessed
Ain't even cap i took a year cause i was down in my life i almost gave up on myself my days were darker than bright i had sum birthdays i was down where was broke with a 9 i'm really trynna make it happen stack a mill to da sky
I'm out here steady plotting moves trynna serve me a plate this shit a marathon my nigga so i'm winning the race i had to study all the gems i had to take from the game in out here trynna make it out but i'm still stuck in my ways ain't got a dolla in my pocket so we robbin a place my dawg is sketching out da print u better not a leave a trace i got a couple dirty hunnids out here duckin the jakes i'm rockin with some real hittas i ain't f*ckin with fakes
I know da bro's are down to ride
If they need me i'm down to slide
Killas all around da city always clutchin on dat 9 hear a drilla bussin shells bet know this shit is trife hittas gotta hold they own gunna's creepin in the night fr
I gotta stay true to myself u ain't know the shit i went thru all dem years that were dealt ain't no cappin in these verses swear to god dis is real might get a little bit explicit but i ain't gotta chill just
Call me meek because i'm hungry trynna run up a mill puttin all up on da line u ain't know how it feel dreaming day n night about da M's and house on da hill every verse i spit forever swear to god ima kill
Couple homies did me wrong did em wrong too
Broke a couple bitches hearts i ain't want too
Rob a sucka passin by like i'm ja rule
I'm too invested in this shit i know i can't lose
Heli right above us wonder who they searchin
Bitch i put all my hidden stories in these verses
Glock or 80 dosent matter better tott it
This shit ain't luck on 27 i was chosen im rhyming on dis beat like i got sum to prove i heard the closes in ya circle dey be prayin u lose so f*ck the gimmicks only thing im trusting here is dis tool serve me a plate and duck the jakes i better watch how i move
Had to steal a couple purses bro to tell u the truth had to take a couple dollas just to get in the booth im thuggin out in poverty what u expect me to do these 9-5 aint cutting it that's why i'm hittin this coupe
I heard you lost a couple times u went to cry on the bench i heard that u was on 12 nd u was never on 10 while u was crying i was plannin trynna get out da trench now i'm spitting stories in this booth to show i'm the best and if i don't reach 27 i can't live with regrets u gotta take life to the fullest grab this world by the neck i took my dream and den i fixed it turned that shit to a check i had sum days where it ain't shine but till this day i feel blessed
Ain't even cap i took a year cause i was down in my life i almost gave up on myself my days were darker than bright i had sum birthdays i was down where was broke with a 9 i'm really trynna make it happen stack a mill to da sky
I'm out here steady plotting moves trynna serve me a plate this shit a marathon my nigga so i'm winning the race i had to study all the gems i had to take from the game in out here trynna make it out but i'm still stuck in my ways ain't got a dolla in my pocket so we robbin a place my dawg is sketching out da print u better not a leave a trace i got a couple dirty hunnids out here duckin the jakes i'm rockin with some real hittas i ain't f*ckin with fakes