Real nigga shit only
I'm in this bitch with J nigga
Ain't smoking no more J's nigga
I'm with my cousin and I feel his pain
Gone be OK we gone get through the rain
I see us whipping range
You come in range we gone buck and aim
We not playing we the real flame
I don't hit no stains, I don't hit no licks
But I know I'm the shit, you like that shit then crop a pic
Got bitches on my dick
Got demons on my soul they always come and go
You play with me I blah, bitch I blow
And I ain't talking guns nigga we can duke it out
I don't do no shootouts I just make music in the house
I don't be around crowds but give me a stage I rock it out
And I turn the f*ck up I don't need no f*cking hug
Where was you when I needed that love
That real stuff, and the weed had me stuck
I was a living rolling stone
Had roaches in my home now a young nigga grown
And then then I'm gone
Gone
Move to VA, it's the great escape
Had to escape my own maze I was stuck in a rut man
Way I got my confidence I'll beat you in some rugby
And bitch I never did it
I was just IVC involuntary committed
They mad they can not be him
They tried to take my f*cking freedom