Lyrics:
niggas firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love 'cause my shit is unplugged
You ain't no gangsta
You'se
the time
Only sober me lies
You can drop a penny
Turn that cent into a dime
I learned my lesson
Maybe like that 4th or 5th time
They don't really love you
If
the bomb, Nigga you want the honey fool I want the money
Yeah Tray 5,7,6,5,4,2,1 Nigga
Pimp on, In a real way
filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost
On the project bench
Whatchu hollerin'? Gotta pay rent
Bring dollars in
By
in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
How is your family dawg? I pray you love them like you should
I pray for patience with your
a mother that her son was dead
Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is
Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers
From
thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float, keep you float
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord)
But is it real
I do my thing now
Busta was the one who came out, on the award show and said that
Hip-hop is the only thing that provides jobs for people that don't
raised a fool, you done raised a fool (ay)
My whole family love the earth, we came from the dirt
Where the raisins burn, best thing they can do is stay
got your best interest? Like, how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin
don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you
the shadow of a nation that it once was
All this false information I'ma unplug, young blood
It is not love, up at TrumpThugs, dot gov
The man in the high
niggas firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggas ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love 'cause my shit is unplugged
You ain't no gangsta
You'se
never came back in that black on black
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
I love you all more than I love myself
You all mean the world to me
Your support is what keeps me alive
I can't believe that this is real
Now my
don't love him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doin' drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel loved (Lord)
But is it real
Since mom and pop left a nigga
I been fighting with grief
No love just hate niggas pray for defeat
I got money on my mind
Like the oh five wheeze
When I
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
to reach out and touch somebody
I'm insane in the membrain I
Don't have positive thoughts
The only thing I can picture
Is fuckin up somebody
I walk like I'm
take off on Quavo
No extension, baby 9's
It might Offset the Drako
A Jersey nigga, disrespectin' a Philly nigga
In Philly brotherly love is not our thing
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