n***a
This just gonna be like a little interlude track
Like something just off
I might put this on the end of a song or something
I don't care
Look
Ridin' around like it's not
(Better stay protected like God son)
Smokin' like I ain't got lungs
(NWA it might pop some)
Don't act out if you ain't got one
(My n***as eatin' like potlucks)
Roll up or get rolled up
(Better keep a shooter like Stockton)
sh**, y'all don't get the point tho
I was ballin' back when n***as started crumpin'
Now we got it jumpin' Lady Gaga money
Man you n***as bummy can't get nothing from me
Homies call me Double
Two guns that's double trouble
That was cliché
Don't participate what he/she say
Cause I know the game no EA
They gon' replay this everytime
Watch every dime, they know every line
Sniffing every line [?]
You don't understand n***a nevermind
I got hella time, I'ma go in
Back on my sh**
She back on my dick I just miss her tho
You hoe feelin' my like a physical
I'm only in love with her physical
This is a funeral k**in' every rapper movin'
Until I'm just here by myself
You look like a champion losin' his belt
This is the realest sh** you ever felt
Got n***as like "Waao man I ain't even know
Who he sign to? And where he get his flow?"
Man back when you was gettin' free lunch
I already had my feet up
All my n***as finna eat up
Tell 'em other n***as keep up