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Activated
by RSH Rio
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Time to start it up again, I'm feelin' activated
Brody got the silencer on, don't get decapitated
Niggas steady threatening me like that's supposed to faze me
Hella killas who I'm around, they put on masks like Jason
My lil nigga A hit the licks, like his name was Mason
Fuck a nigga bitch in his crib, leave her body aching
I ain't even with that drama shit, I'm just paper chasin'
I'm just trynna get to a Mil and you know I'ma make it
I'ma make my own label, finna sign myself
Pussies talking down on me, I'ma slide myself
How I'm 'posed to look fa you? I can't find myself
Got a Ruger with a ruler clip and it's by the shelf
Just in case a nigga feeling mighty make him scream for help
Hollow points, 5.56 make his brain melt
Gotta make the opps feel all the pain we felt
Trynna make it out the hood with the cards we was dealt
Called my ma the other day, told her stop stressin'
Told her keep on prayin' ma, we gone count them blessings
Bitch I'm like a mentor to lil bro, yeah I teach him lessons
We ain't really have that much when we was adolescence
Member every year on Christmas, we ain't have no presents
Now I pull up to my parents crib with a lot of presents
Opps ain't saying much now I guess they got the message
When you in the room with someone real, you gone feel they presence
Early morning 4th of July, granny went to heaven
Momma was still crying them tears and it was month 7
Seen so much shit so young, left me devastated
Still got a good, kind heart my love genuine
Always gotta it on my own, ain't have no helpin' hand
Got determination from my pops, he a workin' man
Came from Mexico to the US, they did all they can
I'm the type to get shit activated, I don't do much sayin'
If I'm busy, hit up brody 'nem they spin like the fans
Glizzy's going off in harmony, like a fucking band
I can have yo bitch do some yoga, she my biggest fan
Make her do the splits and go bananas, I'm the fuckin' man
Aye 'fo I give her back to you, I give her to my mans
Aye big shoutout that boy Siah, yeah he out the pen
I was always taught to love my brothers, y'all don't understand
We can fight and have some disagreements, they my fuckin' kin
Time to start it up again, I'm feeling activated
Brody got the silencer on, don't get decapitated
Niggas steady threatening me like that's supposed to faze me
Hella killas who I'm around, they put on masks like Jason
My lil nigga A hit the licks, like his name is Mason
Fuck a nigga bitch in his crib leave her body aching
I ain't even with that drama shit, I'm just paper chasin'
I'm just trynna get to a Mil and you know I'ma make it
Time to start it up again, I'm feelin' activated
Brody got the silencer on, don't get decapitated
Niggas steady threatening me like that's supposed to faze me
Hella killas who I'm around, they put on masks like Jason
My lil nigga A hit the licks, like his name was Mason
Fuck a nigga bitch in his crib, leave her body aching
I ain't even with that drama shit, I'm just paper chasin'
I'm just trynna get to a Mil and you know I'ma make it
I'ma make my own label, finna sign myself
Pussies talking down on me, I'ma slide myself
How I'm 'posed to look fa you? I can't find myself
Got a Ruger with a ruler clip and it's by the shelf
Just in case a nigga feeling mighty make him scream for help
Hollow points, 5.56 make his brain melt
Gotta make the opps feel all the pain we felt
Trynna make it out the hood with the cards we was dealt
Called my ma the other day, told her stop stressin'
Told her keep on prayin' ma, we gone count them blessings
Bitch I'm like a mentor to lil bro, yeah I teach him lessons
We ain't really have that much when we was adolescence
Member every year on Christmas, we ain't have no presents
Now I pull up to my parents crib with a lot of presents
Opps ain't saying much now I guess they got the message
When you in the room with someone real, you gone feel they presence
Early morning 4th of July, granny went to heaven
Momma was still crying them tears and it was month 7
Seen so much shit so young, left me devastated
Still got a good, kind heart my love genuine
Always gotta it on my own, ain't have no helpin' hand
Got determination from my pops, he a workin' man
Came from Mexico to the US, they did all they can
I'm the type to get shit activated, I don't do much sayin'
If I'm busy, hit up brody 'nem they spin like the fans
Glizzy's going off in harmony, like a fucking band
I can have yo bitch do some yoga, she my biggest fan
Make her do the splits and go bananas, I'm the fuckin' man
Aye 'fo I give her back to you, I give her to my mans
Aye big shoutout that boy Siah, yeah he out the pen
I was always taught to love my brothers, y'all don't understand
We can fight and have some disagreements, they my fuckin' kin
Time to start it up again, I'm feeling activated
Brody got the silencer on, don't get decapitated
Niggas steady threatening me like that's supposed to faze me
Hella killas who I'm around, they put on masks like Jason
My lil nigga A hit the licks, like his name is Mason
Fuck a nigga bitch in his crib leave her body aching
I ain't even with that drama shit, I'm just paper chasin'
I'm just trynna get to a Mil and you know I'ma make it
