No Hook, Pt. 4

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I don't think they feel a nigga yet F*ck it, I'm gon' make em feel me
Promise to give this shit all I got This right here is the real me
Lately been havin' dreams about death Wonder do, they wanna kill me
F*ck corona, been social distanced I don't need a nigga near me
He move wrong, tell my nine Pop his ass like a pill, G
Just cashed out on a new chopper And that bitch came with the lemon squeeze
Let's go, I got some niggas with me They itchin' to kill
They really not in the field We on go
Ain't no stoppin' or yields We buckin' shit like some deers
They don't really know the pain I feel Been feelin' this shit for years
Hold up, spin finna talk my shit for real Slow this hoe down a little
I really did come up from the bottom Let the drank take care of my problems
Mama put beer in my bottle and made me swallow Back then when I was a toddler
I fell in love with the dollar I got some niggas with me and they really got problems
Them niggas really retarded Post in them projects, I really come from them apartments
Step in the party, just to turn up the party Blowin' Za, smell like I farted
Walk in the spot, secure the bag like my daughter Play with the bag, you get slaughtered
When she get mad, tell the bitch, let's go shoppin' Expensive tags, we pop it, get whatever you want plugged in like the socket
Talkin' bricks Ben Wallace, the lil' bitch broke Ain't no sense of even fuckin
Kicked her out, left her walkin' My mama an addict and my addiction gettin' cash
I gotta get that shit back
I got some niggas gon' up the score, let's go Them niggas really some hoes
They be dissin' on the low When you catch them, they be froze
Shook, crossed-eyed, ain't tryna look I just might name this, no hook
Hop on the beat, watch I cook Real trench baby, get that understood
Just like a engine, i'm straight out the hood Way I walk on the beat, make this shit look easy
Trappin' ain't dead, hoe, you heard Jeezy
Watch these hoes, bitches sleazy
I ran it up, made this shit look easy 10 top, 10 bottom, bitch, I'm cheesy
16K til' I get them VVs Mama, look at your baby boy on TV
When I drop the tape this shit, gon' be a three peat Ol' Suburb nigga, why the f*ck you wanna be street
Huh, what? Stupid-ass nigga Huh, what
You could've been in college some where nigga? Instead you wanna be street a nigga
Stupid, weak as hell, nigga
Dumb ass niggas be runnin' to the street, nigga Ain't no motherfuckin' love in no street, nigga
Shit cold, nigga, you better keep your heat, nigga
Out here in this motherfuckin' jungle nigga You know, when you a motherfuckin' lion, nigga
Of that jungle, nigga You gon' eat, you gon' feast

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