Loyalty (feat. ShyRaxx)

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Don Pierre

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Ayy, Rodney, you did that
Loyal to all of my niggas
I'm Loyal to all of my niggas, for real
Cause I know how it feels to be down on your last one

When you don't have a bag and you're losing your trap
Got you looking for love, body full of these drugs see my veins
Fill up my body goes straight to my brain
I'll be gone in my section, forget all the measurements

Load up a backwood and smoke with dead presidents
I wanna run it back, bag up a hundred pack
Break down a load and come back with a hundred pack
Pray to my God that I get off the road

Say that I make it, I make it back home
Count all the money, I count all the loans
Show me the right way, Im going bout it wrong
You quick to pass judgment, so f*ck it
My circle don't need no adjustment

You touch em we buck em, This aint no discussion
The 9 the consequence, the  40 repercussion
You come from the bottom, I came from the dungeon
And I came out on top, you came out the government
Hit your vixon with the dick, she stu, stu stuttering

Blinded about her lights, the diamonds different coloring
Feeling my design, intrigued on how I'm structuring
Mike Amiri, Louis V the buckling
Loyal to all of my niggas

I'm Loyal to all of my niggas, for real
Cause I know how it feels to be down on your last one
You don't have a bag and you're losing your trap
Got you looking for love, body full of these drugs see my veins

Fill up my body goes straight to my brain
I'll be gone in my section, forget all the measurements
Load up a backwood and smoke with dead presidents
I wanna run it back, bag up a hundred pack
Break down a load and come back with a hundred back
Pray to my God that I get off the road

Say that I'll make it, I'll make it back home
Count all the money, I'll count it alone
Show me the right way, Im going bout it wrong
Yeah, yeah

Cheefin' on the daily, two door coupe Mercedes
Hit the gas without the roof, go super crazy
Blue and red inside the booth, I'm proof to Haiti
Hit the mic inside the booth, I'm proof of baby

Proof their never be another me, and by the time I leave, there'll be a hundred me
Got to pray that they ride if they all by my side
Let my loyalty live, live in all of my slime
I got a brick on me, my pockets is filled

I come from the trenches, they give me the chills
My aunty shoot dope, was poppin' in pills
By 41, they be ridin' in big wheels, products
Of my, they pickin' the field

I'm in the woods with my bitch bad
See the look on their face, they be big mad
On the run to a home, another big bag
And that's how I got chopped up, big mad

Every drug on my side, we at Six Flags
On the ride to the top with your bitch ass
But I got the scars for real
No monkeys, big bucks for real

No friends in my life, got the chair
I used to sell popcorn, so
Cause I know how it feels to be down on your last one
You don't have a bag and you losin' your track

Got you lookin' for love, body full of these drugs in my vans
Feelin' my body go straight to my brain
I be down in my section, forget all the matchin
That's loadin' my bag with the smoke with the President

I wanna run it back, back up a hundred pack
Break down a load and come back with a hundred pack
Pray to my God that I get off the road
Say that I make it, I make it back home

Count all the money, I count all the loans
Show me the right way, I'm goin bout it wrong
I don't go by the wrong

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