Life got complicated when I hadda lil one
Now I gotta daughter so I hadda cop a bigger gun
Shots I hadda let off, so I give shoutout to hum
Bullets fly like a birdy, hadda do em dirty hum
Niggaz ain't from Brooklyn, but they always wanna call you son
Nigga I'm from Boston, gotta problem wit me you better run
Lighting strike twice that's word to Thomas Edison
Niggaz sick, give em ether, f*ck the medicine
Feel like Gervonta Davis hit em wit a deadly one
Right hands, jabs, hooks n all da uppercuts
F*ck niggaz, you kno I gotta buss em up
They act like fiends, gotta treat em like a customer
This wasn't the lifestyle I was tryna get accustom ta
I see tours n planes going thru the US customs sir
Shoutout to Neisha Neshae n she brought Floss wit her
Purple Seasons bouta break the thermometer, shit leeches can't monitor
If I sing to you den I wouldn't be doin anything
Married To The Money, so I ain't needa wedding ring
You lookin for Love, but in return made me hesitant
Say you want peace but you do shit for the hell of it
Devilish swag so heaven sky's let me flew wit it
Kill off da competition n throw em inda sewer quick
Niggaz is suckas n ready to start the suing shit
I'm on stage they cheer, see you n start da booing shit
Niggaz got no principles, they always on some student shit
The way I spit these bars you kno I'm on some fluent shit
Shorty say I make her wet, so you see them fluids drip
Back shots, long strokes, a nigga don't be coming quick
Got the game lock, look at the shit that comes equipped
No Breaks Season, so I hadda cop a faster whip
Real niggaz will hold you down, the fake will find a way to dip
For my day ones still around, dey wit me wen I take these trips, I never trip
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Life got complicated when I hadda lil one
Now I gotta daughter so I hadda cop a bigger gun
Shots I hadda let off, so I give shoutout to hum
Bullets fly like a birdy, hadda do em dirty hum
Niggaz ain't from Brooklyn, but they always wanna call you son
Nigga I'm from Boston, gotta problem wit me you better run
Lighting strike twice that's word to Thomas Edison
Niggaz sick, give em ether, f*ck the medicine
Feel like Gervonta Davis hit em wit a deadly one
Right hands, jabs, hooks n all da uppercuts
F*ck niggaz, you kno I gotta buss em up
They act like fiends, gotta treat em like a customer
This wasn't the lifestyle I was tryna get accustom ta
I see tours n planes going thru the US customs sir
Shoutout to Neisha Neshae n she brought Floss wit her
Purple Seasons bouta break the thermometer, shit leeches can't monitor
If I sing to you den I wouldn't be doin anything
Married To The Money, so I ain't needa wedding ring
You lookin for Love, but in return made me hesitant
Say you want peace but you do shit for the hell of it
Devilish swag so heaven sky's let me flew wit it
Kill off da competition n throw em inda sewer quick
Niggaz is suckas n ready to start the suing shit
I'm on stage they cheer, see you n start da booing shit
Niggaz got no principles, they always on some student shit
The way I spit these bars you kno I'm on some fluent shit
Shorty say I make her wet, so you see them fluids drip
Back shots, long strokes, a nigga don't be coming quick
Got the game lock, look at the shit that comes equipped
No Breaks Season, so I hadda cop a faster whip
Real niggaz will hold you down, the fake will find a way to dip
For my day ones still around, dey wit me wen I take these trips, I never trip
Now I gotta daughter so I hadda cop a bigger gun
Shots I hadda let off, so I give shoutout to hum
Bullets fly like a birdy, hadda do em dirty hum
Niggaz ain't from Brooklyn, but they always wanna call you son
Nigga I'm from Boston, gotta problem wit me you better run
Lighting strike twice that's word to Thomas Edison
Niggaz sick, give em ether, f*ck the medicine
Feel like Gervonta Davis hit em wit a deadly one
Right hands, jabs, hooks n all da uppercuts
F*ck niggaz, you kno I gotta buss em up
They act like fiends, gotta treat em like a customer
This wasn't the lifestyle I was tryna get accustom ta
I see tours n planes going thru the US customs sir
Shoutout to Neisha Neshae n she brought Floss wit her
Purple Seasons bouta break the thermometer, shit leeches can't monitor
If I sing to you den I wouldn't be doin anything
Married To The Money, so I ain't needa wedding ring
You lookin for Love, but in return made me hesitant
Say you want peace but you do shit for the hell of it
Devilish swag so heaven sky's let me flew wit it
Kill off da competition n throw em inda sewer quick
Niggaz is suckas n ready to start the suing shit
I'm on stage they cheer, see you n start da booing shit
Niggaz got no principles, they always on some student shit
The way I spit these bars you kno I'm on some fluent shit
Shorty say I make her wet, so you see them fluids drip
Back shots, long strokes, a nigga don't be coming quick
Got the game lock, look at the shit that comes equipped
No Breaks Season, so I hadda cop a faster whip
Real niggaz will hold you down, the fake will find a way to dip
For my day ones still around, dey wit me wen I take these trips, I never trip
Writer: Dominique Brown
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