How Could You (feat. Ike)
June
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G I think we got one, ayo Jimmy! How could you hate me boy look where I came from Still with the same ones Heard you was plotting thought you was my main one Well until that day comes ima keep my foot on the neck Until I get my respect Until I stack all these checks Closing my eyes like im dreaming Thing ass niggas on the side they scheming Niggas know im the man From the streets to the mud fucking camp Pecando we fishin' and moes checks yea they Hittin My niggas is flipping prescriptions So listen my nigga Act up get missing my nigga, my niggas be pulling them triggers K.B.M.G we running the street we don't need no help so f*ck all you niggas F*ck all you niggas you niggas are softer than muffins niggas Niggas see me get the running nigga Me and my gang are more like a gang and yea yea my shooter the drummer nigga Aint got no time for no bitches unless she tryna make me more money nigga She belongs to the streets, you treat her like the block how you be hugging nigga I be with them savages, pull up on ya block and damage it Cop me a foreign you won't see me crashing it Hitting ya hoe every morning she looked back and told me my aiming is accurate Shit is lit like a candle bitch, sinking shit like a battleship Copped me some work aint no times to play games hoe Go get the scale and start bagging it June, im hot like the month, bitch you already know Told you before, what you told'em Bitch this is all that I know, riiiiiight I could care less bout the hoe, riiiiight Still got ya hoe doing shows, riiiight She loves what I do, Nigga f*ck you and ya crew Snipers is with me they ready to shoot Young David blane make a nigga go poooff!!!! Im the chosen one Ride through there streets in a stolen one My finger itching im fin put a hole in one Don't care if you with ya youngest or oldest one You wanna talk about all them nights, I can tell you bout my coldest one Mattress sitting on the floor But crazy how I would still f*ck on ya bitch Momma at work, daddy in jail I followed his foot steps im in the cell Im calling my niggas to chip in for bail Block going crazy they giving'em hell Fighting wit shorty she asked if I loved her I tell her bitch where my pictures in the mail How could you hate me I came from the back blocks So give me my damn prop Ike in here wit me he ready to knock a nigga out for step-in his damn box Remember the days that I prayed And I didn't hear nothing thought god was my damn opp Remember them days that I use to break nights And run to the roof from the damn cops How could you hate me boy look where I came from Still with the same ones Heard you was plotting thought you was my main one Well until that day comes ima keep my foot on the neck Until I get my respect Until I stack all these checks Closing my eyes like im dreaming Thing ass niggas on the side they scheming Niggas know im the man From the streets to the mud fucking camp Pecando we fishin' and moes checks yea they Hittin My niggas is flipping prescriptions So listen my nigga Act up get missing my nigga, my niggas be pulling them triggers K.B.M.G we running the street we don't need no help so f*ck all you niggas Iight start it over start it over
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