Some Nights
1008President
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1008 shit, man the gang nigga JITO whatsup Where my brothers at We about to take this bitch over nigga Alright I remember stressing in the cell and counting down the days Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way Never ran from no problems not even ran away But if you got a problem you better shoot don't put that gun away I got a letter one week before a nigga left I sent it back see how it feel to have to write yourself Look its lines I ain't gone cross like commonwealth I just bought a 40 no holster just a designer belt I only know these hard times paint a better picture So hopefully after this verse I'll be a better nigga Knowing I got her in her feelings make my head bigger Sit down and count the bread with me to share a spread with her But this our little secret just don't spread the news But if I touch another dollar I might spread the flu You live once be blessed to get that second chance Our enemies close they start feeling like our best friends Look I need another cell bitch I love this phone I had this bitch for ten years you can't get it wrong Look I owe it to my momma we gone share this moment Look I'm on my way to the top I just think they barely know it Counting money stayed ahead we finally found a rhythm Can't lose swear to win bitch we in them rentals We racing first one to touch them hundred-bands Now we getting mad at our lawyers for doing what he can But brodie stay focused in case you ain't notice That all them problems is too heavy and I can't hold it The new 40 glost like that shit target practice Just put them dots on my problems because I'm highly accurate That bitch played it crazy I don't trip on lil' mama I used to be in-love till I slept with that mini choppa' I can't lie, my mama made a better man Her interventions, point of views, her circumstance Counting money but counting out by my own Count my bitch holding the scale I'm trying strengthen up this bloodline But this is real life I just plotted a theory That feel better than affidavit in hung jury A1 bail bondsman and lawyers that stuck with me Screaming court dockets and different cases that come to em Look I need your date of birth so I can fill a script Think I'm giving you 250 just to fill it in So try moving forward it ain't no looking back I got a choppa bigger than my feelings attached I'll go dig that bitch up if you make me mad And I don't ever be trippin on the beat because I got the cash Be feeling a certain way I should pray to God But how 1008 feeling we gone play the odds I put money on your street better not come outside Just put a big on the phone and watch it come on live Where her mind at Why her heart in it She can't see me with nobody like our cars tinted Took that twenty-band lost but how I'm still winning Life gave me limits be leaning for pouring syrup in it I put that 20 on your head get your momma hit 40 rugers HDs all kinds of shit Look I believe in God you still on my choppa list So you can pray to Jesus and that still won't stop the hit OK I'm running through this bread like a tail-back I bought a charger for the phone it do a hell-cat I got some shit on my mind but that shit held back But we ain't gone talk about no bodies because I smell racks I'm at 1008 days I swear it's meant to be I took myself out the pictures to see the enemies I left Houston was thinking bout Tennessee But all those xanny bars just kept fucking with me mentally Adopted baby 40s and choppas claimed as dependent Tax the hood swear to God to never surrender Look I heard about them bodies but I can't remember But why the f*ck they asking me? Go ask them hoe niggas Listen, kids is careless but that is not for men I'm tied up because I was sleeping with the loose ends Broke niggas drown in the puddle I'm on the deep end That bitch a hunnit rounds just figure who I sleep with The state open up the doors the feds open cases I'm tryna open up this K with some poker faces Everything under oath don't change our situation Now they tryna slam all our doors with all them closing statements Brodie, yall remember stressing in that cell OK good I ain't finna break down in details I used to break down half tracks like derails Now my brother punching in numbers and facing retail My auntie was doing good til she relapsed But Kerry tell the truth ain't that good feedback I stand ten toes down like my feet flat Tell lil' bro aim at his head not his kneecaps Listen, it be that nigga that get high with you He off molly talking bout that he gone ride with you Ain't that the same lil nigga that didn't buy a pistol That's why it's a wheel under this stick look like a tricycle Nigga cause yo mommas house no where to hide out You out here beefing y'all got shooters like tryouts Niggas tough on global tellin till i found out I sent them 82's it a be a emergency ride out 1008 the gang nigga Broke ass niggas I counted ten my first day home nigga Then its 20 then its 30 then its 50 nigga F*ck you niggas
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