Why you trying hang homie, i can smell the set up
I know i was gone, now I'm back i won't let up
These niggas fina have to wait, fina feel the pressure
They forgot who made them, now i time to catch up
Took a min, now ya boy back up in his bag
Coming for the cash, and the shit i never had
Still got the gift of gab, Money still in the dash
Never really slave, but for that check I'm moving fast
I sit back & laugh, when these rappers trying brag
When i see them up in person, they really down bad
They be asking for advice, like why am i so trash
How you making fire songs How you really doing that
I don't never give em shit, it's better if y'all died
And i love when they front, cuz i catch them in they lies
They ain't really all that tough, they just fronting for the guys
They only like the stunt, til i give they ass fye
Everytime i touch a pen, i kill- its a must
I be really chillin, or I'm fina smoke a blunt
Niggas couldn't help me out, when i Down stuck
So when i came up, i ain't really give a f*ck
Niggas drinking all this lean, looking like they tummy tucked
Puttin 4's with the beams, drinking type of stuff
Always stood tens toes, i ain't never have to bluff
Running to the bag, i Chase, it's a must
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Why you trying hang homie, i can smell the set up
I know i was gone, now I'm back i won't let up
These niggas fina have to wait, fina feel the pressure
They forgot who made them, now i time to catch up
Took a min, now ya boy back up in his bag
Coming for the cash, and the shit i never had
Still got the gift of gab, Money still in the dash
Never really slave, but for that check I'm moving fast
I sit back & laugh, when these rappers trying brag
When i see them up in person, they really down bad
They be asking for advice, like why am i so trash
How you making fire songs How you really doing that
I don't never give em shit, it's better if y'all died
And i love when they front, cuz i catch them in they lies
They ain't really all that tough, they just fronting for the guys
They only like the stunt, til i give they ass fye
Everytime i touch a pen, i kill- its a must
I be really chillin, or I'm fina smoke a blunt
Niggas couldn't help me out, when i Down stuck
So when i came up, i ain't really give a f*ck
Niggas drinking all this lean, looking like they tummy tucked
Puttin 4's with the beams, drinking type of stuff
Always stood tens toes, i ain't never have to bluff
Running to the bag, i Chase, it's a must
I know i was gone, now I'm back i won't let up
These niggas fina have to wait, fina feel the pressure
They forgot who made them, now i time to catch up
Took a min, now ya boy back up in his bag
Coming for the cash, and the shit i never had
Still got the gift of gab, Money still in the dash
Never really slave, but for that check I'm moving fast
I sit back & laugh, when these rappers trying brag
When i see them up in person, they really down bad
They be asking for advice, like why am i so trash
How you making fire songs How you really doing that
I don't never give em shit, it's better if y'all died
And i love when they front, cuz i catch them in they lies
They ain't really all that tough, they just fronting for the guys
They only like the stunt, til i give they ass fye
Everytime i touch a pen, i kill- its a must
I be really chillin, or I'm fina smoke a blunt
Niggas couldn't help me out, when i Down stuck
So when i came up, i ain't really give a f*ck
Niggas drinking all this lean, looking like they tummy tucked
Puttin 4's with the beams, drinking type of stuff
Always stood tens toes, i ain't never have to bluff
Running to the bag, i Chase, it's a must
Writer: Tevin Ray
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