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5:22
by Alexander Starr
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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
Just 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
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
Them 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
They 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
Thats 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
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
Just 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
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
Them 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
They 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
Thats 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