TOUCHDOWN

Y'all know what the fuck is going on man Pray for my lungs Free Jeezy They done turned their backs Had to run up the bag Get you whacked brodie itching to burn down No fiction all facts What I put in my raps Get hit in his cap we don't own gowns Really I'm good where I'm at Put the hood onna map Check the stats bitch I'm on now He tried to diss in his raps Nigguh miss me with that You'll get rolled by the damn pound He tried to run got the blitz and the sack Won't fumble we getting the touchdown I never trip bout the shit I ain't have Cus nigguh I get what I want now I had to forget the shit that I saw Abusing the drugs need to slow down Feds kicked the door and brodie got bagged Time getting shorter but somehow Really I don't want no company Juss wanna fuck make her come and leave Yo tell me why these fuck nigguhs mad I was down on my ass Had nothing but love for me Knowing that love gone cost a fee Ride by my dolo or I roll with E Mac on my lap No feelings attached Bro play the post he on go for me You could nicki I'm proffesor oglevee Proffesing your love baby pass me the bubbly Rolling up runtz backwoods stuffed need to sponsor me Hate that you love but don't get no response from me Really you keep your apologies Honestly I rather dollars with commas and lama seats I'm at the top calling shots you can't rock with me Kno that it's up & it's stuck like apostrophes