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What about me
by wnedre
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Two years ago ain't have no money was stuck in the streets
Many rainy nights no hope but that's just how it be
But now I'm up I hit the hood you know I'm flashing racks
If I lie then stop the beat but this here all facts
I told my bruddas that I got em put em on the map
I heard his song but ion like it cause it's all cap
Got a dawg name pap but I nickname him dori
Dude said I ratted but my name won even in the story
Ain't like that faking on the gram it ain't what it seems
I kick off in the city I'm on special teams
Left the block lost hope just junkies and feems
They wanted to die in the hood but I had bigger dreams
Youngest on the block but old heads they look up to me
Try me and go out with a bang but this ain't t and t
I'm in that water you can't swim stay out the sea
I never capped in a verse I always kept it G
In my city it get wicked they dropping like flies
I'm the truth on the real I'll never lie
At the funeral ain't no love just hugs and cries
My potna switched up on me but I can't say I was surprised
Head youngan on the top they know I'm know for cheefin
I threw a steak up on the ground now my dogs beefin
Hit the hood but I'm good I ride behind tent
When they hear my song they forgot how yours went
We'll respected where I go they treat me like a boss
Ian no rocket but I flash and I'm taking off
Sickest in my city I'm the best without a doubt
No kash doll but I tell my jeweler ice me out
I'm the realeast out the mud I made it through the drought
They ain't like that in the em songs they just chasing clout
Smoke with me it ain't easy stay safe don't take that route
Ain't no need to check my jacket Yk what I'm bout
Caught durk walking out the club I tired to hit his spin
No internet beefin on the gram tell em bump my line
Hit the city on the west you know we riding
I'm in the streets 24/7 ian never hiding
Two years ago ain't have no money was stuck in the streets
Many rainy nights no hope but that's just how it be
But now I'm up I hit the hood you know I'm flashing racks
If I lie then stop the beat but this here all facts
I told my bruddas that I got em put em on the map
I heard his song but ion like it cause it's all cap
Got a dawg name pap but I nickname him dori
Dude said I ratted but my name won even in the story
Ain't like that faking on the gram it ain't what it seems
I kick off in the city I'm on special teams
Left the block lost hope just junkies and feems
They wanted to die in the hood but I had bigger dreams
Youngest on the block but old heads they look up to me
Try me and go out with a bang but this ain't t and t
I'm in that water you can't swim stay out the sea
I never capped in a verse I always kept it G
In my city it get wicked they dropping like flies
I'm the truth on the real I'll never lie
At the funeral ain't no love just hugs and cries
My potna switched up on me but I can't say I was surprised
Head youngan on the top they know I'm know for cheefin
I threw a steak up on the ground now my dogs beefin
Hit the hood but I'm good I ride behind tent
When they hear my song they forgot how yours went
We'll respected where I go they treat me like a boss
Ian no rocket but I flash and I'm taking off
Sickest in my city I'm the best without a doubt
No kash doll but I tell my jeweler ice me out
I'm the realeast out the mud I made it through the drought
They ain't like that in the em songs they just chasing clout
Smoke with me it ain't easy stay safe don't take that route
Ain't no need to check my jacket Yk what I'm bout
Caught durk walking out the club I tired to hit his spin
No internet beefin on the gram tell em bump my line
Hit the city on the west you know we riding
I'm in the streets 24/7 ian never hiding