stay with it (feat. famous Meek)

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Pain in my chest ill never be the same
Bullets hit his temple he cant use his brain
I been vibin on some lowkey tryna maintain it
I think that im addicted to these xanax
I cant help but pop off
Slidin thru alleys bend corners and
Let these shots off
We cant rap about our bodies
Cause dey not solved
You cant sleep me like a pillow
Cause I'm not soft when we clap
On we clap bacc then the lights off
Sharpshooters we gone be here until
The lights gone scared of the devil better
Pray to god on the set this shit that I rap
About aint no facade it broke a nicca
Down when i heard they had killed
Rashad hoping i can be better pelle and
Averex so i can sleep better
Cold summas made me a man
This that beast weather
Imma boss so when i die
Bury me in mink sweaters blue flags
And s hats
Started from the bottom
No drake cause I really struggled
No food mad plates
So I had to hussle
How you compare yaself to me youn got half the muscle
I used to wonder if ill be shit
Momma stressing
losing her mind
Plus my big brudda
Gone
They got em doing a dime
My main dawg caught 25 that shit
Hurt me
My otha dawg caught 21 that's a journey
Either you get sentenced or meet death
In this street shit
Big 40 thats the one
I go to sleep with
Same niccas I was broke wit imma eat wit
We playin defense now we got shit dey cant compete wit
My Kuzzo need a verse and I promise I'm finna kill it if you got a body or selling you finna feel it
Loading up the shotty for hobby that was appealing
So I hit the block saw the money
And started dealing
Starting seeing bodys and realized I needing healing emotions and the weapons was
Everthing Im concealing trying to stack that money and run it
Up to the celling
Starting poping perks wit the weed hell of a feeling
Man me and slim we coulda been brothers
Cause we seen the same life through a diffrent color
In the kicthen wit the knife but this a diffrent butter
Seen my partner catch a bullet he ain't never stumble
Man them pussies ain't no rappers
Man them niggas im with the tigers and bears
Nigga this a jungle
Niggas trying can't compare this a
Diffrent struggle
I ain't looking for a handout get it
Off muscle
Im tryna tell em it ain't hard to be a real nigga
Watch ya back cause even pussies
Pullin real triggers
The ones you thought that was the
Closest to would do it to you
They even hugging on ya momma at your funeral
But I got sticks and Im the type
To shoot em first
I buss out ya tires
I even pull em out the hearse
And when i drop my shit
You kno im taxin on the verse
Niggas boutta blow i aint leechin i do it first
Tryna get givenchy with louie
And maybe prada
They knowin im jamaican we movin
Like we in shottas
While im writing this my bitch started trippin i had to pause her
Thinking back when i had nothing im scraping dollars
Its krazy what these bitches out here doing for a follow
Get her off the oil lil weed and she gone swallow
Everybody that I idolized them pressed up onna shirt
Rip to all my niggas they targets I put in working
Tryna get the forty wit thirty to make it twerk
Just do it wit new balance the muzzle gone grip it firm
Who im doggin ya business lil baby not ya concern
Bitches really ushers they killing letting it burn
They need to see a doctor ya pussy it gotta go
Niggas out here biting changing up on the flows
Bitches out here trifling they changing up on the low
Thats why after i hit it i tell the bitch she can go
Heavy ammunition im bussin I dont reload
When you catch a body no using a mobile phone
Snipers on the roof bout to buss you through yo door
We outchea like for real you niggas think its a show
Feeling like im sosa my niggas they got that glo
Aint fighting bout no pussy you touch me I let it go
Tryna get my license im murkin you niggas legally
Show yall im that niggas if niggas aint really hearin me
We stay with it
We stay with it
Niggas play pussy put some shots in his fitted
Its a jungle in these streets
We jus lions tryna eat
Call my blood he a beast
We leave blood on yo street
Niggas dying bout some beef
Got ya baby momma crying by ya feet
Running to them niggas that be running wit them cleats
Im the typa who wont start it
But i finish it
We plotting for the benefits

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