La Confidential (feat. ADG)

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Rambro the Bexgawd

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I'm having dreams of driving
Lambo's and nice Porches
Living stable
Without the white horses
Multi family units
We got the right sources
A home owner
Not a home renter
I'm hearing voices when starve
Just to Eat we brought our own Dinner
A born winner not a loser
Bullets burn like halitosis
Make you scream like hallelujah
All the beefing made it hard to stack Bread
You crack wigs
I crack Heads
The grind live the trap dead
The black kids never wanted to be
Jordan
That's in the hood i'm from
The nigga's on the corner with Jordan's
We wanted to be like them
They never made it farther than Northern
So what I seen in them
I never felt like that was important
Until I caught my own case
Fought my own case
Came home had a son
That's when I saw my own face
It's like starring in ya own eye's
It's time to man up
The street shit
You gotta dead it and stand up

In this life
It's certain shit you gotta get Accustomed to
Cause the only reward you get for Being a real nigga
Is being a real nigga

Yuuurrr
Bro these niggas sound like stand up
When they be saying they stand up
I had to man up
Right after I picked my mans up
I could either upper hand
Or freeze em
My hands up
Made her move that white shake Thru her hair
We call that dandruff
Stuff it in peanut butter make sure you Never get jammed up
It's ironic how fish scale will have you Lobster and clamed up
Huh
But they don't tell you bout the Consequences
They don't tell you about the Consensus of all these lengthily Sentence
When ya man tag you and at you
It ain't no ig mention
Apprehensive
Fork in the road gotta make that Decision
Dressed in all black thru the mission Will get yo baby christened
Yea you Muslim
But grandmama got a different vision
Been plotting on a milly since my Daughter was born
All I talk is real shit
I just put it in song
First time I seen a brick
It was placed in my palm
Bout 60 seconds
It wasn't that long

I been plotting on a million since the Day I got bagged
I did my bid then came home
Then I got back in my bag
A couple bitches couldn't stand me They in back of the bus
I cut em off started a family that's What happens wit trust
Yurrrrd
A born winner not a loser
Bullets burn like halitosis
Make you scream like hallelujah
All the beefing made it hard to stack Bread
You crack wigs
I crack Heads
The grind live the trap dead

You still fussing over drug sales
Them fiend was never loyal
You stay stuffed up in that jail cell
This dream was never for you
You more in and out
Learn the in and outs
Or you should sit it out
Asking for county packs on
Getting out
While niggas tryn to get you out
You hustle dumb
Where's that hustle from
What's your prime investment
All of this time collected
You ain't never find an exit
You ain't got no cash to the side or Learn to redirect shit
I guess you leaving wit what u left Wit
I been plotting on a million since the day I got bagged
I did my bid then came home
Then I got back in my bag
A couple bitches couldn't stand me They in back of the bus
I cut em off started a family that's What happens wit trust
You split us up
I broke us off
That's the back of a Dutch
My insides felt soft you just had to be blunt
I wanted more than what you settled for you dig it but need to shovel more
I'm focused on the future
Watch me pedal forward

I been plotting on a million since my Daughter was born
All I talk is real shit
I just put it in song
The first time I seen a brick
It was placed in my palm
Bout 60 seconds it wasn't that long

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