Vent Session/FUCK EVERYBODY
Juicer Cru
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So many people around me wanna see me down Day ones that I trusted Yeah they switching now Shit don't show fake love if I'm in the ground Whether it's pape or bitches Niggas acting different now Like we wasn't the same niggas splitting a couple dollars around Niggas putting pape over loyalty that's they problem now I ain't the type of nigga give something expect something back I ask that you keep it real and don't stab me in my back I had that shit happen in my past I just pour a four just to numb all that First love thought she was real Now it's f*ck all that I was sixteen young still fucking up a bag Now I'm twenty a couple years now I'm off my ass I done got ten times ten Nigga do the math You can ask mom and pops I gave em a couple racks Told em stash dat I don't like being broke That shit give me flashbacks Cold winters, empty stomachs Thinking about them nights if I want it then I'm on it Got my first k from that robbing and that jugging That ain't no cap Nah that ain't no fronting So many niggas dropping in the city You gotta look around PTSD from hearing all these fucking bullet sounds I gotta put my family in the hills just to know they safe I ain't gonna waste days of putting money in a dirty safe Or push the gas speeding past the jakes I ain't worried about no opp I'm worried about the pape Because like nipsey said this life shit a race And I ain't worried worry about a bitch Iont do the chase My mama told me bitches ain't shit Why you think I say what I say I always trusted my parents word til' this fucking day Mama always told me I was special Like my 38 Young boy with a entourage that be shooting like we a whole clique full of Michael Bay's Hit my bitch in her mouth so she can't say what the f*ck she be tryna say I put that bitch in a full Nelson Cuz she be tryna talk too much, I ain't tryna play I'm in that one bag Not the duffel Yeah I'm talking about my trash bag Lil bitch I told her go hop in that hatchback Yeah I'm trying to go hit the road and tryna get that trash bag Sike nah I mean my cash back I'm finna get more commas in this bitch than they got hashtags And that's a fucking fact This lil bitch tryna go suck the dick for some fucking racks But I ain't finna spend a penny Me and bro in the club we was sipping remy Sike nah we was in the crib Smoking on a wood while we fucking on some twinny twins I gotta put my family in the hills just to know they safe I ain't gonna waste days of putting money in a dirty safe Or push the gas speeding past the jakes I ain't worried about no opp I'm worried about the pape Because like nipsey said this life shit a race And I ain't worried about a bitch Iont do the chase My mama told me bitches ain't shit Why you think I say what I say I always trusted my parents word til this fucking day
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