Expressing Myself

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Stoner Gang N8

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K.P. on the motherfuckin' beat
F*ck's you talkin' bout
F*ck's you talkin' bout
YSG shit
Stoner Gang

You know exactly what I'm on
Hmm
I don't give a f*ck bout niggas or they problems
Y'all both had a hundred racks and left me as a toddler
Y'all do not have a title of no mother or no father
These niggas pussy and they softer than Auntie Jemima

These crazy niggas used to be my brothers, now they rival
I feel like I been out here savin' lives like I'm Mcgeiver
Gelato 41 and sherbet cookie, I got options
I got cough syrup, painkiller pills, I'm the doctor

Bitch, I do this for the stones, the ones who love to smoke
The ones who can smoke an eighth to the face and they won't choke
If I like how it break down, how it taste and like how it roll
Then I know that shit's some dope, I'ma need me a couple bowls

I ain't helpin' out a soul, I can't leave without my pole
Where was you when I was broke? These niggas folded like some clothes
Unk been gone since 94, you ain't send shit to your lil' bro
I got your whole name and you still left your junior in the cold

All this shit's some real life shit
I can't hold it back no more
It's just the shit a nigga goin' through, you know, for real
Especially cause I got kids
Nakai, Jiya, these motherfuckers don't give a f*ck about you, man
Especially your parents
They just tryna make somebody else happy, to make themselves happy
Shit, f*ck em

I'm just venting about my life, I got a lot of pain inside
Hit the store I need a Sprite, I'm tryna pour a pint inside
Grown man know to communicate and put away my pride
Shoulda known that you was tellin' lies, couldn't look me in my eyes

I remember hittin' up 75, X6 and my slides
The Gucci flops f 475, 250 for my socks
The V-cup bring me back alive, the drank put me on stop
The 10 milli is made by Glock and Arthur got no stock

I got flaws just like everybody else, I ain't the best
I got spoiled lungs, I keep exotic strands up on my chest
I keep Mary Jane and Wakisha with me like Johnny Test
My young niggas tappin' heads, you better not come with no vest

He lookin' for the ref, my niggas bully ballin', need a tech
Runnin' in my tech, I swear to God I won't break a sweat
I don't feel a threat, cause if I did you would be layin' in rest
It's just disrespect, tryna compare a rookie to a vet
Cap you on the motherfuckin' beat
F*ck you talkin' bout
F*ck you talkin' bout?

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