Heard that you real, Shid I am too
Know that im bout it (Nigga) do what it do
Know I Play Tetris so move how you move
I'm from the K where we chuccing tha deuce
I was just raised on noodles and soups
Think about death when I'm thinking of you
All of the tears I shed in the coupe
It was all lies when I though it was true
Niggas be telling stories... flip the script, and then act
Like you aint tell it on me
Damn Nigga we tight just like Ricc and Morty
Now I feel like 2Pacc I got set up by tha homie, I got set up by the homie
Popping them pills, got yo ass sprung
Tried to be real, but you thought I was dumb
Gave you tha bag, Gave you one task, all you had to do was bring me cash
Now your mom sad, dad looking mad, I told him cheer up... he just fumbled tha bag
This Would've happen if he didn't brag,
Oh look at the nigga he really down bad!
Gang
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Heard that you real, Shid I am too
Know that im bout it (Nigga) do what it do
Know I Play Tetris so move how you move
I'm from the K where we chuccing tha deuce
I was just raised on noodles and soups
Think about death when I'm thinking of you
All of the tears I shed in the coupe
It was all lies when I though it was true
Niggas be telling stories... flip the script, and then act
Like you aint tell it on me
Damn Nigga we tight just like Ricc and Morty
Now I feel like 2Pacc I got set up by tha homie, I got set up by the homie
Popping them pills, got yo ass sprung
Tried to be real, but you thought I was dumb
Gave you tha bag, Gave you one task, all you had to do was bring me cash
Now your mom sad, dad looking mad, I told him cheer up... he just fumbled tha bag
This Would've happen if he didn't brag,
Oh look at the nigga he really down bad!
Gang
Know that im bout it (Nigga) do what it do
Know I Play Tetris so move how you move
I'm from the K where we chuccing tha deuce
I was just raised on noodles and soups
Think about death when I'm thinking of you
All of the tears I shed in the coupe
It was all lies when I though it was true
Niggas be telling stories... flip the script, and then act
Like you aint tell it on me
Damn Nigga we tight just like Ricc and Morty
Now I feel like 2Pacc I got set up by tha homie, I got set up by the homie
Popping them pills, got yo ass sprung
Tried to be real, but you thought I was dumb
Gave you tha bag, Gave you one task, all you had to do was bring me cash
Now your mom sad, dad looking mad, I told him cheer up... he just fumbled tha bag
This Would've happen if he didn't brag,
Oh look at the nigga he really down bad!
Gang
Writer: Rico Hermans
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