Lyrics:
still was tryna get a job
That s**t ain't have really a purpose I was findin better sauce
I was only 16 but I touched a 20 ball
Got established in
bought her some candy
Got that lil' ho thinkin' that I'm romantic (romantic)
They don't know the answers (nah)
They actin' like we ain't the ones that
like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get crossed out
You
won't write
'Cause my niggas still sellin' dope
Like they ain't on their third strikes
Campin' out in that corridor
Fuck you waitin' on Jordans for?
I
that drama, I ain't for the problems
Why I gotta bother? I already made it clear that we ain't nothing
Got ya baby daddy hating, I done heard about him
him, then we pop him like a pill (Get on his ass)[01:29.45]Ain't runnin' back, bitch, I stay up in that field (In that field)[01:31.95]And you niggas
fuck around and come around my shooters knock of his bin
Cuz we got glocks mops that’s goin drop opps like the flu
It go bop bop & it go ra ra when when
on a thin patch (Thin patch!)
Hoes from south that's an easy bin snatch
They keep on banging, her shit is stakin'
Them guys are showing out they goin' be
pop
Look
Tryna get 10's 20's and 30's
I'm only 16 ain't got time to worry
We fuck in the morning it's never to early
I cannot resist, my bitch is too
death'll hit you like a drive by
And to that stuff you acquired you gotta say "bye, bye"
I ain't gon' lie, you might go down in history
But everything
book bag
Goin' up, ain't tryna look back
Get my mama nem a house
Buy it where da nicest hood at
Hate when money tight, gettin right that's a promise
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
(Drum Dummie)
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no ho and these niggas know
I'm goin' out with these riches
remorse
Time to fuck it up
Intercourse
Drop on the spot
We take it by force
We steady goin up
Well of course
Make big moves
Uh
Like a heavyweight
I done
ain't about that life
(Whoa-oh-oh) we hangin' out the window, it's about to be a Suge night
(Ayy) free Bump J, real nigga for life
(Ayy) shoutout
little I climb
Little by little by little by little I find out
This about my health
Ain't been myself, stuck on the shelf
Don't be scared that I ain't
on niggas
We see them workin' on somethin' look here we riders
Ain't like workin' niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no
but
It ain't really a poem, I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla
your pockets boy? I spent that on some paintball guns
Crash the party, in this bitch its crackin just like the limos was
You ain't gotta find me, bitch
of there
Like you love it, but nigga I'm outta here
When they crack the door, boy I ain't comin' back
I'm tryin' to figure out, why you keep runnin' back?
The Bricks That Came From Panama
I Shipped 16 To Arkansas
And Sent The Rest To Witchitaw
Meet Us For The Fever Then
Goin Down In Cleveland
Yea I Put My Tax
We need the fire instead
When I think of daylight, I think of shit like
Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'
See where I'm goin'?
That means
all of the whips is push button
Tune out them broke niggas ain't talking bout nothing
That's fifty racks stuffed in that Louis V luggage
This weight
a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
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