(Can't cry over spilled milk you gotta' go and get it)
Can't cry over spilled milk you gotta' go and get it
They accepting rats they spilling tea, can't f*ck with Lipton
Bitch I'm gifted, if I stick to this then I'll be winning
Bro want me to drill but I'm too focused that chicken
Mean for green my peace is always light shit just hereditary
Bro went from the block into a block but that's just temporary
Free my dawg he's in that penitentiary I miss him daily
We was doing niggas dirty, turning tees to bloody marrys
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
I remember pain in Umi eyes when I survived
I was suffering she couldn't do nothing about it
Kind of sad I love the trenches, don't know what I'd be without them
From underground I'm going pro, feel like I'm getting scouted
Had to fall back of the gas marijuana make me think too much
Niggas tipping tipsy honestly I think they drink too much
Niggas off the perky cooking anything thats moving huh
Pussy navigate you I can see that you ain't moving her
One up in the head if you run up then you f*cked
Thinking with ya' dick, you get fried yousa' cluck
Four deep in that V, D.O.N mask it up
Don't talk to me bout' shootings nigga you ain't clap enough
He bragging bout' a B but he ain't mean to clap him up
They don't hold that dime, before the time them niggas tough
Someone cooked ya' man you would know if it was us
Would've told you it was cuz' who the f*ck
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
(I ain't gon' die nigga I ain't gon' die)
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(Can't cry over spilled milk you gotta' go and get it)
Can't cry over spilled milk you gotta' go and get it
They accepting rats they spilling tea, can't f*ck with Lipton
Bitch I'm gifted, if I stick to this then I'll be winning
Bro want me to drill but I'm too focused that chicken
Mean for green my peace is always light shit just hereditary
Bro went from the block into a block but that's just temporary
Free my dawg he's in that penitentiary I miss him daily
We was doing niggas dirty, turning tees to bloody marrys
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
I remember pain in Umi eyes when I survived
I was suffering she couldn't do nothing about it
Kind of sad I love the trenches, don't know what I'd be without them
From underground I'm going pro, feel like I'm getting scouted
Had to fall back of the gas marijuana make me think too much
Niggas tipping tipsy honestly I think they drink too much
Niggas off the perky cooking anything thats moving huh
Pussy navigate you I can see that you ain't moving her
One up in the head if you run up then you f*cked
Thinking with ya' dick, you get fried yousa' cluck
Four deep in that V, D.O.N mask it up
Don't talk to me bout' shootings nigga you ain't clap enough
He bragging bout' a B but he ain't mean to clap him up
They don't hold that dime, before the time them niggas tough
Someone cooked ya' man you would know if it was us
Would've told you it was cuz' who the f*ck
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
(I ain't gon' die nigga I ain't gon' die)
Can't cry over spilled milk you gotta' go and get it
They accepting rats they spilling tea, can't f*ck with Lipton
Bitch I'm gifted, if I stick to this then I'll be winning
Bro want me to drill but I'm too focused that chicken
Mean for green my peace is always light shit just hereditary
Bro went from the block into a block but that's just temporary
Free my dawg he's in that penitentiary I miss him daily
We was doing niggas dirty, turning tees to bloody marrys
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
I remember pain in Umi eyes when I survived
I was suffering she couldn't do nothing about it
Kind of sad I love the trenches, don't know what I'd be without them
From underground I'm going pro, feel like I'm getting scouted
Had to fall back of the gas marijuana make me think too much
Niggas tipping tipsy honestly I think they drink too much
Niggas off the perky cooking anything thats moving huh
Pussy navigate you I can see that you ain't moving her
One up in the head if you run up then you f*cked
Thinking with ya' dick, you get fried yousa' cluck
Four deep in that V, D.O.N mask it up
Don't talk to me bout' shootings nigga you ain't clap enough
He bragging bout' a B but he ain't mean to clap him up
They don't hold that dime, before the time them niggas tough
Someone cooked ya' man you would know if it was us
Would've told you it was cuz' who the f*ck
Many say they got me but it's me I only got
Niggas said they had me but I'm guessing they forgot
Brodie wanna' see red, he don't never pop shot
He dun dedicate time into them B's it was a lot
We dun dedicated time into them V's and they be hot
They don't want me in the studio they rather see me shot
Dead in the middle of the trench cuz' a opp
But f*ck that I ain't tryn die
(I ain't gon' die nigga I ain't gon' die)
Writer: I’jazz Carter
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