Hardest artist out my city, give a f*ck what these niggas sayin
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
Haa haa
Can't be the next nigga on that remembrance page
This Glock go line em up, since he don't wanna catch this fade
And when I make it, nigga, they gon' be tapped in on all my tapes
Broke my heart and left it there like leaves, I went and grabbed the rake
Watch how I'm movin' these niggas be fakin', movin' reckless
Ain't tryna die too early, a couple shit, I'm tryna scratch off my check list
I been rappin' on the mic back when I played with Little Tikes
All these niggas out here shootin' poles, why the f*ck would I fight
Hoes be dissin' on my name and half of them ain't even pretty
Ray Milly just bought him a Glizzy and he rolled him up for fifty
Fifty grams, stuffed it in a Fanto, then mix it with wax
He high as f*ck, runnin' from the cops, he swervin' on they ass
Sellin' pints of lean, nigga, just bought me a beam nigga
Hit a nigga like Creed, nigga, shit ain't what it seem, nigga
Bad bitch off the cocaine, she suck dick with no brain
Cut them niggas out the frame, they fake bein' cool, whole time they lame, nigga
They really, uh, uh, they really lame nigga
Aye aye nigga, yeah, motherf*ckin', yeah
Hardest artist out my city, give a f*ck what these niggas sayin
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
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Hardest artist out my city, give a f*ck what these niggas sayin
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
Haa haa
Can't be the next nigga on that remembrance page
This Glock go line em up, since he don't wanna catch this fade
And when I make it, nigga, they gon' be tapped in on all my tapes
Broke my heart and left it there like leaves, I went and grabbed the rake
Watch how I'm movin' these niggas be fakin', movin' reckless
Ain't tryna die too early, a couple shit, I'm tryna scratch off my check list
I been rappin' on the mic back when I played with Little Tikes
All these niggas out here shootin' poles, why the f*ck would I fight
Hoes be dissin' on my name and half of them ain't even pretty
Ray Milly just bought him a Glizzy and he rolled him up for fifty
Fifty grams, stuffed it in a Fanto, then mix it with wax
He high as f*ck, runnin' from the cops, he swervin' on they ass
Sellin' pints of lean, nigga, just bought me a beam nigga
Hit a nigga like Creed, nigga, shit ain't what it seem, nigga
Bad bitch off the cocaine, she suck dick with no brain
Cut them niggas out the frame, they fake bein' cool, whole time they lame, nigga
They really, uh, uh, they really lame nigga
Aye aye nigga, yeah, motherf*ckin', yeah
Hardest artist out my city, give a f*ck what these niggas sayin
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
Haa haa
Can't be the next nigga on that remembrance page
This Glock go line em up, since he don't wanna catch this fade
And when I make it, nigga, they gon' be tapped in on all my tapes
Broke my heart and left it there like leaves, I went and grabbed the rake
Watch how I'm movin' these niggas be fakin', movin' reckless
Ain't tryna die too early, a couple shit, I'm tryna scratch off my check list
I been rappin' on the mic back when I played with Little Tikes
All these niggas out here shootin' poles, why the f*ck would I fight
Hoes be dissin' on my name and half of them ain't even pretty
Ray Milly just bought him a Glizzy and he rolled him up for fifty
Fifty grams, stuffed it in a Fanto, then mix it with wax
He high as f*ck, runnin' from the cops, he swervin' on they ass
Sellin' pints of lean, nigga, just bought me a beam nigga
Hit a nigga like Creed, nigga, shit ain't what it seem, nigga
Bad bitch off the cocaine, she suck dick with no brain
Cut them niggas out the frame, they fake bein' cool, whole time they lame, nigga
They really, uh, uh, they really lame nigga
Aye aye nigga, yeah, motherf*ckin', yeah
Hardest artist out my city, give a f*ck what these niggas sayin
Niggas pocket watchin', so I keep this shit tucked in my pants
How you my homie but try to snake me out for a lil' bit of bands
That shit so fake, f*ck up out my face, lil' nigga, you ain't my friend
Stick to the plan, cause I can't bend a fold, lil' nigga, I'm on the road
I been droppin' EPs back to back, lil' nigga, I'm in that mode
Say you was down for the ride, but then you left when we got on the road
F*ck niggas stay in the burbs then I'ma catch him on that stroll
Writer: Skyler Goodman
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