Twenty Two

Tone Deaf made dis one 1st of all Mafio$o my name With the dollar sign for the S You Gone pay me my respect I want now, so It’s Fuck who up next Momma taught me how to get to the loot She been hustling since a nigga was 2 Long snipe nigga pulling from 3 Quick scope like its COD Flash ! BANG ... can’t see No nigga Fucking with me 4 hits, 4 hits, yea A knock out ya teeth Know sum niggas that's banging that 5 Wen I call up my folk, they ready to slide Riding at 6 & u know they won’t miss Call us a drum line we having them sticks Still screaming fuck all of the ops Even wen they free my brother Ticc Since 7th Grade me & Kimp been solid Rule number one can’t trust nobody Never Gone forget who was on my side On my team, ready to win Never Gone forget who counted me out While I’m sitting in fog & the pain EIGHT (ate) in Pops was my dog I wish he had 9 Lives because he’ll still be alive To the nigga who did it Better be Glad I ain't see em I'd kill em myself, that's a 10 yr sentence I’m Going one for one you can call me 11 No I’m not bragging, I’m just counting my blessings Couple people left, they taught me a lesson No hand outs, I ain't asking for nothing Looking back on my life & I’m grateful I’m living Trying to talk to my youngins, I’m hoping they listen They can see my mistakes & do the shit different Make sure you hustle, until we all get it 6 times 2 I ain't fucking with 12 How many niggas can say you ain't tell? 13, smoked the first blunt Unc got it in so we geeking on Runtz Yeen gone score nigga might as well punt If you wanna die, I'ma throw the first punch If you wanna die, I'ma throw the first punch Sipping on mimosa when I eat brunch 14, I was in class clowning Meant to say fooling Really be Gooling Get you some money & these hoes start choosing They can step out the way Gotta keep moving I picked up a pen when I was 15 If I wanna make it I gotta believe Class of 16 my heart got colder Got my diploma, but I lost my brother The young be dying, these bitches be lying Yea a nigga is tired of mother fucking crying Can't you see that I’m mother fucking trying At 17 A nigga robbed me Still standing on my two fucking feet Done seen some shit that you ain't never even seen Swear a nigga really got PTSD Traumatized by each one of them things Aye Stop the mother fucking beat We not gone speak on it Leave it in the streets Moving forward to number 18 Had a little money can't lie I was doing my thing I got a shooter he ready His hunger on a different level Be grubbing on steak for his breakfast Got a 19 for protection He made it to 20 alone that’s a blessing Looking back on my life & I’m grateful I’m living Trying to talk to my youngins, I’m hoping they listen They can see my mistakes & do the shit different Make sure you hustle, until we all get it I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 See the top and I gotta come after you 22 and I got me a 22 Double or nothing I bet on myself Go put that money on me that’s a W I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 See the top and I gotta come after you 22 and I got me a 22 Double or nothing I bet on myself Go put that money on me that’s a W I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 I’m pouring up like I just turned 21 See the top and I gotta come after you 22 and I got me a 22 Double or nothing I bet on myself Go put that money on me that’s a W