Lyrics:
fuh Ahmaud
Can't jog around ya neighborhood
Unless you wit' your dawgs
Remember Nip told us stay dangerous
He wasn't wrong
What I really
What I really
Looking for me bitch who’s asking
Cuz the block know me not detectives
Oh he talk to much going get em
Bitch we walking up you a dead man
Man tht shit ya
Shooters ballers and the scholarS
Common goal is profit
Surrounded by those who are Toxic
I don't know what to do wit
Negas
Left me hanging like THey
queen
You my African queen
Brown skin , ya smile so amazing
Mesmerized by ya eyes I can't take it
But who am I
Who am I
This was only supposed to be for
wit’ vibes of jealousy
I been feelin’ this time is destiny
Gotta’ give it my all to the death of me
I been thinkin’ long-term, longevity
(Simon Verse)
Dog, I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya
Maybe we would have picked another time
Or chose another way
together: you know who you fucking wit
A nigga who can give a fuck when he broke
Give a fuck what he tote, got the drop then blow
You's a scared nigga
thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man, I got love
I got love for my niggaz who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for hoes
niggas don't be ya mans
It got me on my bully, where im from pop percs and see niggas move a-couple grams
Life aint what it should be, but we gotta get by
sister Jel
Thats the only one who know me lil b****
I’m from a city that's full of haters and snitches masturbators
They fuck dem selves by f***** you,
shorty and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
a life that's make believe in ya
Till them killas in your beak and ya
Cant hide by that disguise and now ya mama gotta grieve wit ya
Uh, like what's beef?
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
Big booty hoes, up wit it!
Hoochie mamas, up wit it!
Let me see ya touch the ground!
I don't know a reputation
But all the niggas in the hood
it good muhfucka (I'm neva scared)
Tell da hatas cuff at dat (Chea)
I play wit paper by da ten stack (Cakin)
I love ladies wit a shoe fettish (HA HA)
follow the gang members
Or the people you want to hang wit you homie just try to follow the rules
And as soon you get that green in ya pocket
All
know a nigga D1
I never had a wife before
But sht you tryna Be One
We can still be G's 2
Cuz you wit a G One
So it's automatic
Thug by affiliation
We can
With Dorothy
Hoping that hearts is afforded
Wit 40 blowjobs
You following the brick
You gon sniff ya own nose off
My stripes akin
to tigers
Tony covered
swear that y'all gone tote wit ya
I took the game by the neck
And placed it in a hold, nigga
Told my Savvvy and Josh, cause yo' dream
And don't ever let
Show you how I do
You know who it is by now
Hope ya'll reading between the lines
Christ Watts
Give you that real
I'm bout to just throw it on and let it
the concrete jungle my city is like Jumanji
Gotta close nit family like the illuminati
Kick a flow that a fuck wit ya mind spirt and body
Till ya body gone
This
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
purpin', you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka,
Deep in ya feelings take it personal
The loudest talker in the room be the first to go
Who gone switch up swear it hurts to know
I ain't say a single
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