Lyrics:
nia ain't finna
Listen to a preacher
Brother the same so he ain't either
That lil nia fighting real demons
Popping percs to stop the voices
Forced in
Listen look i believe these niggas need God
Instead of living like Steve Jobs
These niggas need jobs
These guys rather get a plug
And start touching
Revolver
And then I'm gonna call my clean up crew
They profesional moppers
And you can't get close to me, lil bitch
I'm surrounded by choppers
And if she get
Meet Eddie
Twenty-three years old fed up with life
And the way things are
Going, he decides to rob a liquor
Store but on his way in
He has a sudden
[Lil Wayne]
Drop, drop, drop, what what what
After you back it up then stop
What, what, wha, drop it like its hot
After you back it up and stop
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
a dummy, Huh
Uh, now she tryna get lil' busy
That's a honey bun
People all up in my comments, yeah
That's wild go get you some money and
Stop worryin' 'bout
up on this pistol make him freeze with this new laser
Fuck this lil hoe so damn good I make her stuck just like a taser
Niggas know I ain't getting rob
Look, I used to fuck with a diva
She used to drip by the liter
I called that bitch aquafina
She roll up the dank
Told her let’s pour up and drank
products
Count the money til my hands lock up
Dope, weed, xans, percs, jiggers
Bricks in I feel like Killa
Location on lil n***a pull up
Tryna rob getcho a*s
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s way too late to stop
It’s way too late to stop now
It’s
a good kid, lil nigga stop it
Mama couldn't buy me Jordans
With the food stamps hit the trap
Stuck in that bitch like a bootcamp
Hit a wax bag with two
Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her, We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature Bullets heat you up leave you running with
A'ight then, listen to mine
I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out
XD45 hit a lil nigga face
Putting him right in his place, I be like that shit crazy
Ain't no niggas snatching my chain
It was bad had to hit me
[Lil Rob - almost whispering]
Girl I just wanna conversate
You're leavin wit'cha friends, yeah well they can wait
They look cool but I'm into you
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
Embezzlement, fraud, desolate thoughts
And insecurities stressing your heart
The message is brought to you
By your next of kin
Was never suited for family ties
for my rollie, nigga it's stolen
Pullin up with a brand new choppa, I just seen my ex walk by
Yea lil bitch I'm finna rob her, broke ass bitch don't got
he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that
got your attention lil bitch
No question
I'm gonna start by killing this beat bitch
I'm gonna keep squeezing
cnd leave it to cease breathing
I gotta
Signin' autographs
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky
Too busy out there
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
doesn't want to come up from nothin
I know lil one ain't gonna stop
I know lil one ain't gonna let a nigga run him off the block
Lil one kind
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