Lyrics:
put em in a casket
Then I cut off all his fingers then I wrapped em in a basket
Scary ass lil boy he just be acting like a faggot
I'm head huncho in my
the soul up out em'
He going ghost and having out of bodies
I'm on a mission to hit Abu Dhabi
Back in the hood I'm in my brother's Audi
You in your mother's
(T-Rob)
This is not lil baby, my name T
My first name Official,
But my imperfections what make me the best that I can be
Losses I've been taken,
asking
Remember this face, save me a place
In Thugz mansion
Every corner, every city there's a place where lifes a lil easy
Lil hennesey, lay back
deez streets for the heat
You better practice what you preach
'Cause everybody want a lil' peace
Now you fucking with some real o.g's
Every time we hit
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
as I'm walking by
It's right there in the front
But look at the back
Take a pic and send it, share if you want, yea
I don't care
You a weirdo, you a spy
(uh-uh)
Lil' nigga, you don't wanna be me (hm, hm)
It was hard in the streets (it be hard)
Growin' up, it's either him or it's me (huh? What?)
It be
moving lil mama
Keep it moving on
Fuckin niggas wanna compet
They wanna be king pins
They want it for cheap they had
Me back on see in (not me agian)
But
niggahs cant fade us
If you try and bring harm to us
We'll cross a niggah
Rob davis
I put my trust in nobody, i only fuck with my gang
I use to have love
you're still getting paid by the hour
Posers in power
Lost up their towers
Don't forget you're still getting paid by the hour
I'm on the rob (she's
hood
Rob who swear to God I wish a bitch would
Lil brudda on the phone he say it's all good
Bug say he prayed fore he sent the box back
But UPS still hit
pigs to back off
The mind of a rapist, Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus
Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with
Coming up in the streets of the P
I learned early on it ain't no love for a broke nigga
So, you better be a go getter
Told to a nigga by a gold
cruise around the brown side of town
Neighborhood music giving back neighborhood music
Neighborhood music Lil Rob puts it down for the brown side of town
nasty ho ain't want me then, now she all on my dick
I guess she heard through the wind that I'm payin' for some shit
Mama ain't want me in the streets
Light it up, uh uh
Flood the streets, uh uh
New black 4 by 4 bitch this is not a Jeep, uh uh
Gotta buy a Goyard it barely fit the racks in
I done
I can get money all lots of ways
Remember when I had to flock and pay (yeah)
Now look at them dollars Lil' Rob just made
I run it up in a whole
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
that's a no
I came a long way from serving by the store
We going up, going way far
Keeping all that za in a jar
Im stashing all these racks in a drawer
I'd
with goals of a businessman
Baby you right let me handle my business then
Back to the block paperboy with deliveries
Every street corner like bean pies
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