Have You Ever

I never follow orders put that on my daughter (
Kairi) Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya Pistol on my
dresser bitch I'm from the border Reef Buck my brother,
Big Bay my brother Really know I got 'em, D
ruggy know I really love 'em All this forever love,
Nik survived a headshot This Crip I was never Blood,
I'm just speaking facts Papi throw me work knowing that I'ma bring it
back Codeine gives me cold sweats I had to tell my pops that he ain't
old yet Percocets get in me,
I got no stress Dancing with the devil bitch I'm Milly Rocking Freaky
down in Philly it's crazy now I got Philly rocking My youngin'
trapping in Brooklyn,
that nigga stealing Thompkins Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street
crackers that got it Immaculate profits that mean that paper God
bless I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed Them
park sets had my back bigger Know that you a target,
you a black nigga Used to homicide so we react quicker We ain't have
a dollar on us but we had liquor Drunk in the projects that was me,
go ask niggas Never seen a million but I've seen a body You ain't
never served a fiend, ain't never seen a lobby Mafia thoughts,
wish I could speak to Gotti Stash tucked from my daughter in case
them people found me Never seen a million but I've seen a body You
ain't never served a fiend,
ain't never seen a lobby You got the key to the city?
Well shit I need a copy Rap slow, half Spanish,
I could go speak to Papi I hid my pistol in my sock drawer Everybody
hard, we had the hard,
or you can cop soft For some reason I don't feel nothing when they
knock a cop off You ain't the only one getting money I got these drop
offs Just thinking back to when I hardly was out And Baltimore you
got it cheap so we target the South Had dime bags on me walking
past Laguardia house They killed my cousin fuck we talking about?
Forever beef Ain't no truce here My aunt used to tell me why she
ain't move there Every year the same
in the projects like what is New Years?
Traino came home, same nigga they gave him two years Crazy or
forever, always keep a pair of blue Air's That first night in prison
is the worst Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on a
shirt Had to get it out the mud,
I got respect for the dirt Thinking how newer fiends would get
their checks on the 1st Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "
His neck gotta hurt" Know my paps did dirt for that in life I'm
probably cursed Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked I
got sick of the same jeans,
I just wanted a better shirt Wanted some better shoes,
can't tell me I never worked Never seen a million but I've seen a
body You ain't never served a fiend,
ain't never seen a lobby Mafia thoughts,
wish I could speak to Gotti Stash tucked from my daughter in case
them people found me Never seen a million but I've seen a body You
ain't never served a fiend,
ain't never seen a lobby You got the key to the city?
Well shit I need a copy Rap slow,
half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Cruz, Francis Ubiera, Daniel Garcia, David Brewster, Saul Sanchez
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