You couldn't make it thru my stuggle, got me feeling like Boosie, I'm getting rich for my son, have em feeling like Tootie
I ain't have a lot of clothes so I was feeling like a loosie, that's a square, but I ain't care, I went from living like Lucy,
Every thing black and white, to niggas tryna shoot me, that grey area scarier, these niggas might conclude me.
That's the end but it ain't coming soon,
Pops locked 20 summers cool.
Now I'm bout to ball til God call me to the upper room
What's life?
U better think for u start squeezing on that pipe?
What about yo mama is yo son gone be alright?
What about his mama is then buns gone be on strike?
Ion think so,
She back to the streets bro,
Praying like u Tebow,
Tryna play the game
But they ain't never come w cheat codes
Brick Every time like shaq w a free throw
Garage was full of foreign cars now the fleet gone
I should work for John Deere the way I keep home
I mow the grass til every snake and Every leach gone
Only thing flashy in the streets is the lights,
Gotta work all day cus the reaper out at night
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.
They want the world but they can't work with u, what's worse than that
A bitch that think just cus she pretty she deserve a bag
Screaming bout a real man but never heard of dad
And every time a real one step u wanna curb his ass
Bitch u don't need a man u need a manager
Turned yo back on me like u was twerking for the camera
Jody and Yvette every time we get mad enough, wait til I try to leave u holding on me and the banister.
I'm tryna be great as f*ck
Tryna get my paper up
Hustle when we argue
Cus I love it when we making up
No gang I'm still Mobbin by myself
Long as it's me myself and I I don't need nobody else.
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.
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You couldn't make it thru my stuggle, got me feeling like Boosie, I'm getting rich for my son, have em feeling like Tootie
I ain't have a lot of clothes so I was feeling like a loosie, that's a square, but I ain't care, I went from living like Lucy,
Every thing black and white, to niggas tryna shoot me, that grey area scarier, these niggas might conclude me.
That's the end but it ain't coming soon,
Pops locked 20 summers cool.
Now I'm bout to ball til God call me to the upper room
What's life?
U better think for u start squeezing on that pipe?
What about yo mama is yo son gone be alright?
What about his mama is then buns gone be on strike?
Ion think so,
She back to the streets bro,
Praying like u Tebow,
Tryna play the game
But they ain't never come w cheat codes
Brick Every time like shaq w a free throw
Garage was full of foreign cars now the fleet gone
I should work for John Deere the way I keep home
I mow the grass til every snake and Every leach gone
Only thing flashy in the streets is the lights,
Gotta work all day cus the reaper out at night
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.
They want the world but they can't work with u, what's worse than that
A bitch that think just cus she pretty she deserve a bag
Screaming bout a real man but never heard of dad
And every time a real one step u wanna curb his ass
Bitch u don't need a man u need a manager
Turned yo back on me like u was twerking for the camera
Jody and Yvette every time we get mad enough, wait til I try to leave u holding on me and the banister.
I'm tryna be great as f*ck
Tryna get my paper up
Hustle when we argue
Cus I love it when we making up
No gang I'm still Mobbin by myself
Long as it's me myself and I I don't need nobody else.
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.
I ain't have a lot of clothes so I was feeling like a loosie, that's a square, but I ain't care, I went from living like Lucy,
Every thing black and white, to niggas tryna shoot me, that grey area scarier, these niggas might conclude me.
That's the end but it ain't coming soon,
Pops locked 20 summers cool.
Now I'm bout to ball til God call me to the upper room
What's life?
U better think for u start squeezing on that pipe?
What about yo mama is yo son gone be alright?
What about his mama is then buns gone be on strike?
Ion think so,
She back to the streets bro,
Praying like u Tebow,
Tryna play the game
But they ain't never come w cheat codes
Brick Every time like shaq w a free throw
Garage was full of foreign cars now the fleet gone
I should work for John Deere the way I keep home
I mow the grass til every snake and Every leach gone
Only thing flashy in the streets is the lights,
Gotta work all day cus the reaper out at night
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.
They want the world but they can't work with u, what's worse than that
A bitch that think just cus she pretty she deserve a bag
Screaming bout a real man but never heard of dad
And every time a real one step u wanna curb his ass
Bitch u don't need a man u need a manager
Turned yo back on me like u was twerking for the camera
Jody and Yvette every time we get mad enough, wait til I try to leave u holding on me and the banister.
I'm tryna be great as f*ck
Tryna get my paper up
Hustle when we argue
Cus I love it when we making up
No gang I'm still Mobbin by myself
Long as it's me myself and I I don't need nobody else.
When the last time you touched a rack boss,
Smoking like a crackhead can't even get his pack off
Loudest nigga in the room getting clapped dog
But When u quiet niggas love to say u act soft
Niggas act hard just to show the world he got balls
Till his head looking like a clearance sale half off.
Uncle's cousins brothers sons dad's lost we hearting bad
Think I seen the devil on my schedule I can't work with that.