Fasho'
DL.Buda
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Rap off a phone how i'm catching my plays Made the trap jump in like 29 days I'm gettin dis cake you can tell by they face I f*ck wit the love but i'm loving the hate They showing me love n talk down on my name they bread go to waste tryna cop all da J's Mine in a shoebox i'm learning to save I rather stack up then go cop all da chains They want all i got but ain't giving me nuthin Swear i been solid since i was a youngin spent nights in the hood Where they shootin and dumpin it's one or the other you shootin or runnin Haters dreamin of the day ima die Can't let em take me i gotta provide Small 38 i need that on da side Try to kill me bet these bullets gone ride I was down broke now i'm back reinvented my brothers got beef Then they know that i'm in it i don't want a glizzy dat b*tch ain't extended I'm iggin her calls got her all in her feelings Never been fronted i buy it you rent it A nigga spoke down on da fallen and dissed him that very same night I went copped me a smithon i bet to this day that his momma still miss him Make my money then i stack on da low Private life i ain't bragging no mo' She threw it at me i ain't baggin ya hoe Visit da fam then it's back to the do' Call for da pack and i grab by da fo' Green light, when i get it i go Back to the trap and i'm baggin up O's i'm offin it quick cause i hate movin slow I ont chief but i'm still wit da smoke If dle call ima slide for da bros they say they gone kill us we loadin dem poles I'm rocking a mask so nobody'll know Shawty call me said she lovin the flow She just joe me tryn touch on da doe Said she love me but i know it's for show She ont love me and i know that fasho Them niggas screaming they da realest niggas, swear to god be the fakest niggas I lost homies but ain't change on niggas, they be rattin givin tape on niggas We living what you false claimin nigga so i understand why they hate us niggas I been gettin cake bread and cheese just making sure my plate lookin bigger Sellin tree got my paper up Countin twenties got a paper cut Sipping dirty outta paper cup Ask ya shawty bet she favor us She all on my d*ck tryna give up da brain but i know i get booked she gone leave me today I ain't mad i charge it all to da game I want money you can keep all da fame We ain't cool why my name in ya mouth Talkin down now da gang in ya house If you got money what you hatin about Ima hustler i can't stay on da couch Different lane had to change up da rout Nowadays, man i stay to myself my own homie tried takin me out And that's da reason why that thang on my belt If you ain't down to ride then you can't call me bro These niggas p*ssy now i think they worse than hoes They talk all on ya name soon as you tell em no, but if you don't grind for yaself Then how you posed to grow These b*tches they ain't loyal they switch up for dough She prolly f*cked ya nigga but you just don't know She ain't a hustler she a bill i had to let her go Nobody really love you dawg and i know that fasho
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