The Message
Keep it real nothing more or less
I put my faith in god mama told me im blessed
No more fighting lil baby dont show them niggas you stressed
Niggas claim they your brother
Then leave your ass in a ditch
Ride lonely, dont fuck with phonys
These niggas is coons
Like how the fuck you sellings drugs
When you came from sliver spoons
Get loose
I break wind, shall my niggas begin
Gas you up for the hell of it
Then tear you to shreds
I roll up
Every chance that i get
To recoupe
Son of allah
All my brothers stand by the truth
Ya dig
Off the dome til i split a wig
I could give a fuck about the president
These niggas out here killing kids
So what up
Cause real aint even the question
If i gotta question your loyalty
Nigga hit the exit
Never flexing on my exes
If you got it invest it
They was asking for more
So i told her you guessed it
No more fighting we rather riot
They killing the youth
If you aint standing for nothing boy
You tying a noose
Pain growing from deication
You love it ir hate it
Said they knew us before we made it
These niggas persuasive
Apologize in advance
Im a hopeless romant
Took the player off the bench
Bet he dunk it like Vince
Make ends, we gon meet
Want beef? We gon see
Cincinnati born & raised
Fresh Prince of the streets
Ive been higher lately faded
Like maiyan remains and
Watching fools overreact over things they cant change
Stuck in the system or with someone to blame
Calling your bluff
You get caught in the reign
I put my faith in god mama told me im blessed
No more fighting lil baby dont show them niggas you stressed
Niggas claim they your brother
Then leave your ass in a ditch
Ride lonely, dont fuck with phonys
These niggas is coons
Like how the fuck you sellings drugs
When you came from sliver spoons
Get loose
I break wind, shall my niggas begin
Gas you up for the hell of it
Then tear you to shreds
I roll up
Every chance that i get
To recoupe
Son of allah
All my brothers stand by the truth
Ya dig
Off the dome til i split a wig
I could give a fuck about the president
These niggas out here killing kids
So what up
Cause real aint even the question
If i gotta question your loyalty
Nigga hit the exit
Never flexing on my exes
If you got it invest it
They was asking for more
So i told her you guessed it
No more fighting we rather riot
They killing the youth
If you aint standing for nothing boy
You tying a noose
Pain growing from deication
You love it ir hate it
Said they knew us before we made it
These niggas persuasive
Apologize in advance
Im a hopeless romant
Took the player off the bench
Bet he dunk it like Vince
Make ends, we gon meet
Want beef? We gon see
Cincinnati born & raised
Fresh Prince of the streets
Ive been higher lately faded
Like maiyan remains and
Watching fools overreact over things they cant change
Stuck in the system or with someone to blame
Calling your bluff
You get caught in the reign
Credits
Writer(s): Drew Riser
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