Lyrics:
We was pack'd in at sherri crib like A group home
Shit was so chill for me it was hard To move wrong
Talkin crazy to a simp cause his Bitch gone
I
this alone
Now ima group
Plenty of shots
Who gonna stop me
God on my side
Growing my wings
A lot people got things to say
Negativity all they say
Shut
the last time dirty money was Legit?
When Puff Daddy had a group with those two chicks
Or the World Cup, blood money, Counterfeits
Likes of Hushpuppy big
me hit cause I'm funny
Now do what you want with that info
I keep the heater closer than kinfolk
Keep the mag on me like I'm in vogue
In no group with
it
This is playamade pimpin
Got all of my women up in a group chat
No cap
Time to speak about the past
Certain cats that I overlapped
Name dropping
we talking bout a wallet group
Cause everybody involved in it gotta lot to lose
Scavenger hunt for the answers but I dropped the clues
like I'm stuck
kids tryna fit in with me societies stupid
Never fell into the bullshit of having to me included
With a certain group of people for status your minds
one in the group had all the hoes
Now days when you gangsta they gone fuck when you want
I was 18 fuckin the plug wife
Told my nigga don't hustle here
I couldn't talk to
Such a pretty face
But I managed to join your group and
Spend my lunch break with you
Everyday was a perfect day
'Cause you were
It ain't no other crew like this in the world
And it never be another one
Yeah
That's the Almighty Kings nigga
There will never be another group like
a group
Out looking to violate you
So why don't you tell me dadash
You ready to roll the dice
To pursue liberation put everything on the line
Aint a single
you keeping me
V2
Ooo yes
Put your friends in a Group Text
Women falling out the Duplex
Got me feeling like Hugh Heff
She ripped my Crewneck
I spun
and all these I phones
Came up out the group home
Now my whip is two tone
Racing like I'm DuPont
To the paper with the blue font
My bread old
on my own, aint no thing like group home
It choke me up when I think bout my past
But I cover it with laughs n packs n driving fast
You could say I'm
em, I’m disposing em,
F**k whatcha heard in a group or on a page,
It’s all about the Vets, n your beginning to invade,
Even the Public, it’s, now,
got ya hands out. Get jammed up, don’t panic just have it planned out. Understand if I stand w a group of rappers I stand out. That boy different, that
your grave shit on it
Bitch i am kryptonic
Yes bitch i switch topics
Find me on her topless
Yo girl sent me her hot pics
She suckin the groups dicks
coupons,
I’m in this bitch chillin wit my sugar daddy suit on,
Skeet Wettem bitch and I’ll turn yo womb into a group home,
Ya nigga start trippin turn his
to break the cycle but he can’t ->
There an unraised pent up rage he doesn’t get
...and for every him, a million just like him
Born of war, group homes,
don’t do groups staying Suckafree in a city full of clowns
Cus I knew that one day it will pay off and I signed to my self so ain’t no lay off’s told my
the group text
I don’t need to tell ‘em they should say less, they do less
Let me hear that
masterpiece sharpening I write this with a pencil
You couldn’t trace me with the finest of stencils
Bro you just joined an extremely elite group of niggas
Cuz
she want me to cut no bandages
Met her in a group chat Eating strawberries like a fruit bat
Started talkin bout what turns her on then asked me if I
This is my world your Mel Gibson looking for feud
He joined the group in the room through Zoom
He was apparently comparing a pot of moosehead soup
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