Mamba just died, mama just cried
Look at the sky and i'm wondering why
Back in this bitch and i'm feelin' different
Better pay attention when a real one spittin
Ok, this nigga Wes back in his bag
Ok, this nigga Hype back in his bag
It was some niggas that hated
But they in the wind, so them niggas is going out sad
She gon bust it down for a real nigga
But we already know how that go
Women was frontin' when I wasnt nothing
But now she be sneakin her way in my in my show
Oh, that shit bogus
When I get promoted, Oh, suddenly all of my music is posted
You get a motion
Refuse to give notice
That you jumpin' ship
Hope you drown in that ocean
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
Same way that you came in
That's the same way you can leave
Keeping this vehicle rollin, despite all the people that didn't believe
Tryna move through different cities and get it cracking
Man i'm bout all that action
Tryna cash in on passion, I ain't worried bout past shit
I ain't worried bout checkin' the where abouts of no particular bad bitch
Touch told me keep mashing
Getting music to Masses
Real niggas in effect
Always down to catch wreck
Movin' on to the next
Never was good with takin disrespect
Beats on bang, hoe
Whip on swang, hoe
In my own lane, hoe
Man I do my thang, hoe
Back on my own, back in my zone
That's how I prefer that shit
There was a bridge to these pussy niggas
F*cked around and I burned that shit
Industry full of the fakest muthaf*ckas, I had to Learn that shit
Ima get a Grammy with the family and i'll know that I earned that shit
Must have been singing so much that these niggas forgot who the illest of spitters is
And who the realest of niggas is
But i'm moving on from the silly shit
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
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Mamba just died, mama just cried
Look at the sky and i'm wondering why
Back in this bitch and i'm feelin' different
Better pay attention when a real one spittin
Ok, this nigga Wes back in his bag
Ok, this nigga Hype back in his bag
It was some niggas that hated
But they in the wind, so them niggas is going out sad
She gon bust it down for a real nigga
But we already know how that go
Women was frontin' when I wasnt nothing
But now she be sneakin her way in my in my show
Oh, that shit bogus
When I get promoted, Oh, suddenly all of my music is posted
You get a motion
Refuse to give notice
That you jumpin' ship
Hope you drown in that ocean
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
Same way that you came in
That's the same way you can leave
Keeping this vehicle rollin, despite all the people that didn't believe
Tryna move through different cities and get it cracking
Man i'm bout all that action
Tryna cash in on passion, I ain't worried bout past shit
I ain't worried bout checkin' the where abouts of no particular bad bitch
Touch told me keep mashing
Getting music to Masses
Real niggas in effect
Always down to catch wreck
Movin' on to the next
Never was good with takin disrespect
Beats on bang, hoe
Whip on swang, hoe
In my own lane, hoe
Man I do my thang, hoe
Back on my own, back in my zone
That's how I prefer that shit
There was a bridge to these pussy niggas
F*cked around and I burned that shit
Industry full of the fakest muthaf*ckas, I had to Learn that shit
Ima get a Grammy with the family and i'll know that I earned that shit
Must have been singing so much that these niggas forgot who the illest of spitters is
And who the realest of niggas is
But i'm moving on from the silly shit
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
Look at the sky and i'm wondering why
Back in this bitch and i'm feelin' different
Better pay attention when a real one spittin
Ok, this nigga Wes back in his bag
Ok, this nigga Hype back in his bag
It was some niggas that hated
But they in the wind, so them niggas is going out sad
She gon bust it down for a real nigga
But we already know how that go
Women was frontin' when I wasnt nothing
But now she be sneakin her way in my in my show
Oh, that shit bogus
When I get promoted, Oh, suddenly all of my music is posted
You get a motion
Refuse to give notice
That you jumpin' ship
Hope you drown in that ocean
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
Same way that you came in
That's the same way you can leave
Keeping this vehicle rollin, despite all the people that didn't believe
Tryna move through different cities and get it cracking
Man i'm bout all that action
Tryna cash in on passion, I ain't worried bout past shit
I ain't worried bout checkin' the where abouts of no particular bad bitch
Touch told me keep mashing
Getting music to Masses
Real niggas in effect
Always down to catch wreck
Movin' on to the next
Never was good with takin disrespect
Beats on bang, hoe
Whip on swang, hoe
In my own lane, hoe
Man I do my thang, hoe
Back on my own, back in my zone
That's how I prefer that shit
There was a bridge to these pussy niggas
F*cked around and I burned that shit
Industry full of the fakest muthaf*ckas, I had to Learn that shit
Ima get a Grammy with the family and i'll know that I earned that shit
Must have been singing so much that these niggas forgot who the illest of spitters is
And who the realest of niggas is
But i'm moving on from the silly shit
When I think of my life
I'm so glad i'm moving on
Fake friends, they gone
Don't hit my phone
Now that i'm movin' on
I ain't never had a problem sayin bitch bounce
Lose one, get another at a discount
Weak energy, you can't be a friend to me
I see you out, you ain't real as you pretend to be
Writer: Wesley Williams
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