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Singing for the hoes, dropping knowledge for the homies
Team full of youngins like my name was Joseph Kony
I ain't f**ing with these phonies, if you need me you can phone me
I be just a call away but I probably won't answer, no
You love me or you don't what's your answer hoe?
Should probably go to church if your man's ain't home
I'd take a grand or mo' but this man ain't broke
Staying with a full tank and a gram of smoke
At least
But I ain't walking with the piece
Cause I'm tryna keep the peace
And I'm tryna see tomorrow
And I'm tryna f**ing eat
Got some scars upon my sleeve
Keep my heart upon some beats
Stash my kids between her teeth
Oh you like that sh**
When I light that sh**
Put my coke on ice, then I spike that sh**
Potent in the pipe, then I light that sh**
Grab a hold of the mic, and ignite that sh**
This one for the homies who be out here selling d**
This one for the women who be faithful to they're love
This one for the people yeah I know this sh** is rough
This one for the one's I love I put no one above
Hand on the bible and I rip another sheet
Rolling up another cause I swear I been through some sh**
And my bucket kinda rusty but I been cruising clean
I been abusing beats, I been doing me
They say they at the top, but I see vacancies
This kid's about to blow, just won't you wait and see
But don't you wait for me
So I'll just take the seas
They say this life a b**h, but where she taking me?
Ain't no way that I'm leaving with nothing
Ain't no way that I'm leaving with nothing
Ain't no way that I'm leaving with nothing
With nothing, nah