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Nothing really matter much 

So umma light up a spliff and keep my head up

Duck niggas speaking on me 

Like my name Chuck

I ain’t got time for niggas 

Um getting my bread up 

Mo money mo problems Yah
Mo money mo problems Yah

My bitch feed up buy her anything she want 

To keep her legs up 

Blow it on a A7 Coupe even my Bomb fare 

Run In my Polo boots Rapping jus want get it 

Scamming out in MIA before the trend hit 

Momma told me get it together

Karma a real bitch

Friends ain’t forever no doubt 

Them nigga killed Chris 

Friends ain’t forever for clout 

Them niggas will switch

My son momma know um loyal 

She giving me hell 

But on my life I want hurt her

A product of pain a couple tales I ain’t worried

Um fighting these demons with every last 

Breath jus give me my chance yeah

Boxing with God I ain’t perfect 

Tha in every story every line like a poet

You niggas out of line but I want extort it 

They want my head on a platter 

How I can’t ignore it won’t catch me snoring 

87 cutless supreme racing thru Moreland

Zone 6 back to the bluff the how niggas blow it

Poole Creek done it for years how niggas blow it 

R.I.P Danny and Rat Weezy and Toney

Nae boi we holding you down 

Don’t know the story 

Big holmie only to some stick to the the story 

No accident nigga know more 

Then what they holding 

No accident niggas know more 

And now it’s showing 

Wait man I knew weight men dem my holmies 

Blood money for your dead holmies 

Who was loyal

Fake man I can’t take man so it’s on me 

40 on my hip yeah, 40 on my rist 

Wit a clip full of hollow tips working for tips

No Sax fifth but Stan smiths 

Didn’t make the band for what nigga 

I’m made here didn’t take the stand 

For what nigga we raised different 

Raised Real Nigga 

True story I ain’t worried 

Dey killing off Potna’s for what it’s worth 

I ain’t going I’m caught in the dream 

Tossin and turning burning 

Like this my last sermon um on the edge 
 
Now um back burning 

Dats on love  nigga keep choke 

Pick up and pin write talking with dead holmie 

Dirty Red you are missed holmie 

Johnny told me keep on spitting holmie 

But keep it real in every line only 

Real niggas can relate only

Don’t get tire for what shawty I keep going 

I bomb 1st on PAC words to my holmies 

That’s on God I swear so umma keep hoping 

That my city know me 

And that’s on me Holmies

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Submitted on: August 20, 2020