Game 7
OBM Bank
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Niggas tried to count me out They done lost count Feel like bron in the crunch time Got to put my niggas on man it's lunch time I been trying get some money f*ck hunch time I been gone so long man I got to rhyme In the dark so long man I got to shine Got the whole quarter on me nigga f*ck a dime If you see me with that sack nigga know its mine I done gave up with this shit about 100 times I been going hard like it's game seven I got niggas up the road and my dogs up in heaven Got shot at 17 I survived it's a blessing Everywhere I go the Glock go nigga I ain't stressing Showing love to a thot man I had to learn my lesson Now these hoes on my dick nigga I be dressing And I ain't never felt real love If love was a bitch nigga I'll kill love If they ask how I feel nigga I'll still shrug Got to stay out the way nigga keep that steel tucked If I catch you with your niggas boy you still fucked And that bitch talking down but I still fucked All these hoes want to cap but they still sucked I'll stay down until I run a couple Ms up All these niggas want to hate nigga get your bills up I can see through that fake shit I became immune to the snake shit You a fake nigga move out the way shit I be with sharks don't get ate bitch You be hating you can't eat off my plate bitch Why you trying come around with that fake shit Niggas don't know we get them snakes hit Niggas don't know we get them snakes bit But the snake turned rat so a case hit Get locked beat the bitch we don't say shit Put the Glock to his mouth make his face lift Make a nigga check out like a day shift And I don't even know what else to say on this bitch This hoe tweaking about to put the K on this bitch Can't beef with him he be writing statements and shit I was getting high on the day I got hit That's the main reason why I be facing and shit Free the bros down the road catching cases and shit I was busy chasing money you was chasing a dick You was looking for a nigga I was breaking a brick I was really chasing money man You was chasing a dick Feel like bron in the crunch time Got to put my niggas on man it's lunchtime I been trying get some money f*ck hunch time I been gone so long man I got to rhyme In the dark so long man I got to shine Got the whole quarter on me nigga f*ck a dime If you see me with that sack nigga know it's mine I done gave up with this shit about a hundred times I been going hard like it's game seven I got niggas up the road and my dogs up in heaven Got shot at 17 I survived it's a blessing Everywhere I go the Glock go nigga I ain't stressing Showing love to a thot man I had to learn my lesson Now these hoes on my dick nigga I be dressing Bank
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