Bless His Soul
Fredo Bang, Polo G
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Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose (Hardbody) Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas do that shit for free Ain't gotta spend a big, got niggas do that shit for me Got a house up in the 'burbs but my mom still in the streets Know that we be active, that AC that I'm packin' is compact Ask around my city, I work that ratchet I'm livin' what they rappin', put it out like go-go-gadget I put my savage on even though he active, get a bag and not a casket I was taught to get it in my own way I was slingin' nines up on that tollway I've been traumatized, I can't let nobody close, babe Snakes in disguise, told me lies with a bold face I salute to the real one time Hoppin' gates tryna duck one time Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas do that shit for free Ain't gotta spend a big, got niggas do that shit for me Got a house up in the 'burbs but my mom still in the streets Let off clips when we drill shit, clap his dome With some old heads on field trips like chaperones These niggas vaginal, my niggas animals From the murder capital where catchin' bodies casual Keep these angels guardin' me, saved us with a harmony My daddy saw the star in me when stars seemed too far to reach I'm perfectin' my artistry, grew up on the Carter 3 Shoot like we play for varsity, these slugs, they hit his artery He can't be with gang, we revoked him of his membership Out here writin' statements like he's workin' on his penmanship Hellcats just for racin', f*ck around and bought the dealership Momma, look I made it and I still got all my killas here Woadie got a body, he ain't tell nobody He stuck to the code, hope God bless his soul Right hand on the bible, tell a lie straight to the judge Just 'cause he ain't never fold, hope God bless his soul Ain't gotta drop a bag, got niggas do that shit for free Ain't gotta spend a big, got niggas do that shit for me Got a house up in the 'burbs but my mom still in the streets Yeah, I salute to the real one time Hoppin' gates, tryna duck one time Kept it real, ain't think of switchin' one time You hit a lick to feed your kids but that's fine
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Written by: Fredrick Givens, Taurus Bartlett, Jackie Plant, Norman Payne
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