La Confidential (feat. ADG)
I'm having dreams of driving Lambo's and nice Porches Living stable Without the white horses Multi family units We got the right sources A home owner Not a home renter I'm hearing voices when starve Just to Eat we brought our own Dinner A born winner not a loser Bullets burn like halitosis Make you scream like hallelujah All the beefing made it hard to stack Bread You crack wigs I crack Heads The grind live the trap dead The black kids never wanted to be Jordan That's in the hood i'm from The nigga's on the corner with Jordan's We wanted to be like them They never made it farther than Northern So what I seen in them I never felt like that was important Until I caught my own case Fought my own case Came home had a son That's when I saw my own face It's like starring in ya own eye's It's time to man up The street shit You gotta dead it and stand up In this life It's certain shit you gotta get Accustomed to Cause the only reward you get for Being a real nigga Is being a real nigga Yuuurrr Bro these niggas sound like stand up When they be saying they stand up I had to man up Right after I picked my mans up I could either upper hand Or freeze em My hands up Made her move that white shake Thru her hair We call that dandruff Stuff it in peanut butter make sure you Never get jammed up It's ironic how fish scale will have you Lobster and clamed up Huh But they don't tell you bout the Consequences They don't tell you about the Consensus of all these lengthily Sentence When ya man tag you and at you It ain't no ig mention Apprehensive Fork in the road gotta make that Decision Dressed in all black thru the mission Will get yo baby christened Yea you Muslim But grandmama got a different vision Been plotting on a milly since my Daughter was born All I talk is real shit I just put it in song First time I seen a brick It was placed in my palm Bout 60 seconds It wasn't that long I been plotting on a million since the Day I got bagged I did my bid then came home Then I got back in my bag A couple bitches couldn't stand me They in back of the bus I cut em off started a family that's What happens wit trust Yurrrrd A born winner not a loser Bullets burn like halitosis Make you scream like hallelujah All the beefing made it hard to stack Bread You crack wigs I crack Heads The grind live the trap dead You still fussing over drug sales Them fiend was never loyal You stay stuffed up in that jail cell This dream was never for you You more in and out Learn the in and outs Or you should sit it out Asking for county packs on Getting out While niggas tryn to get you out You hustle dumb Where's that hustle from What's your prime investment All of this time collected You ain't never find an exit You ain't got no cash to the side or Learn to redirect shit I guess you leaving wit what u left Wit I been plotting on a million since the day I got bagged I did my bid then came home Then I got back in my bag A couple bitches couldn't stand me They in back of the bus I cut em off started a family that's What happens wit trust You split us up I broke us off That's the back of a Dutch My insides felt soft you just had to be blunt I wanted more than what you settled for you dig it but need to shovel more I'm focused on the future Watch me pedal forward I been plotting on a million since my Daughter was born All I talk is real shit I just put it in song The first time I seen a brick It was placed in my palm Bout 60 seconds it wasn't that long
Written by: Daniel Lewis
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