Lil Poppa - Back On Evergreen lyrics

[Intro] (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points) [Chorus] Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two ni**as with me, two chopped a piece For the ni**as wanna murder me What the fu*k you ni**as mean? [Verse 1] Burn they block up, third degree That ni**a lying if he saying he ain't heard of me If I say go, no surgery, half of them ni**as dead For what they said and they deserve to be And I can't trust a soul, Lord, forgive me I got that led all in the church with me I don't need nobody to do dirt for me Ain't none of them ni**as put in work for me Don't mention my name in none of that sh*t No, I ain't playing no games when it come to that sh*t Got the bag, now I can't fumble that sh*t I got them mad now 'cause I'm a humble, lil' b*tch You went to Famu, I went to Fam too Think I played snare, I got the drum on the stick Don't play fair, I play dumb on a b*tch Soon as we done, I tell her get prepared She say, "Say you swear", I go numb on her Uh-uh, can't put my tongue on her Ayy, this my money, don't put your thumbs on it ZaZa go in my lungs only Ayy, fifty's go in them guns only Two blickys equal one hundred [Chorus] Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two ni**as with me, two chopped a piece For the ni**as wanna murder me What the fu*k you ni**as mean? [Verse 2] Soon as I hit the scene Line wrapped around the front yard like Krispy Kreme Pocket full of them crispy things Why dude come run that sh*t on me? Like, I ain't peeped the game I don't even want that sh*t on me, he think I missed the chain I told brodie don't miss the brain When I get that trophy, tell 'em kissed the ring He don't know what gun they shot him with But I bet that ni**a ain't miss the flame I don't want him, I'm onto bigger things Nuts crossed on me, it's a dirty game Got ni**as still in them trap spots Trying to hit jackpot, pushing Eddie Kane Lil' One call this b*tch Alicia Keys Don't make 'em make that choppa sing He died when I was on tour I don't know that boy, I don't want no problems, man Don't let this sh*t be 'bout no dollars, man Where the fu*k you was before dollars came? He tried to talk to God but it was too late ni**a must've prayed to Charlamagne [Chorus] Feel like I'm back on Evergreen Got junkies knocking at my front door, asking where the clean I come outside, it smell like guns smoke, another murder scene Two ni**as with me, two chopped a piece For the ni**as wanna murder me What the fu*k you ni**as mean?