Losing You
When you have a life changing vision...
And you put the team down with that vision
Everybody gone give they input... and advise
Something like that pyrex, baking soda, fish scale
Niggas off up in the kitchen cooking tryna make mail
Something like them dread heads, boy I got this bitch locked
Put me off up in the booth, I bet I spit that straight drop
These other rappers spit that whip, something like that fake shit
I've watched these actors flip the script, cause boy they on that hating shit
But I don't have time to trip, stay in my lane and do my thang
Ride with my down ass chick, make love to Mary Jane
Now that's a smooth three-some, erday we riddin high
Hit my knees and say my prayers, I hope they reach the Heaven's Sky
Satan steady fucking with me, got these demons all around me
These niggas must be doing drugs, that's why they think they run the family
These niggas lame as fuck, I don't need these cowards round me
Hit 'em up with the choppa and leave 'em Robert Downy
Jr. these niggas they like my step sons
They flippin like some dope that got stepped on
Before the grass was cut, I saw the snakes...
I left the snakes to keep the rats away...
Took the venom from the snakes so they won't be lethal...
So I won't be defeated when I'm faced by the evils...
Straight drop familia nigga!
If you, eat at the table with snakes you might get bit
Or become a snake yourself, tryna get rich
I stick with the lions, and gorillas nigga
We the head of the jungle, we get the scrilla nigga
Yea I heard about you boys on that fuck shit
Tryna fuck with the clique, you gone get done up bitch
Barrett Boy fa life, bitch I might change ya life
Ride through the hood wit a G, lets smoke this kryptonite
No need for lawn service, keep my grass straight
These boys not a threat, something like grass snakes
And ion't keep cheese cause ion't fuck with rats
You might catch me at the spot, ya'll can keep the traps
I hustle smarter while, ya'll niggas hustle hardder
I'm tryna run the spot, while ya'll tryna work the carter
And on that note, you better watch ya potnas
Cause they'll try to play you close to empty out your pockets
Can ya'll keep up for a second...
How the fuck ya'll gone let these ole' snitch ass niggas do they dirt...
Still ride through the hood...
No randsome being got, no bodies being dropped...
Enough said, stay in my lane...
Free Hard Noc, free Truth Roccz, free O.G. Pistol Pete...
Rest In Peace Deer Ears...
Low End Gangsta fa life nigga, yeah...
We out this bitch...
And you put the team down with that vision
Everybody gone give they input... and advise
Something like that pyrex, baking soda, fish scale
Niggas off up in the kitchen cooking tryna make mail
Something like them dread heads, boy I got this bitch locked
Put me off up in the booth, I bet I spit that straight drop
These other rappers spit that whip, something like that fake shit
I've watched these actors flip the script, cause boy they on that hating shit
But I don't have time to trip, stay in my lane and do my thang
Ride with my down ass chick, make love to Mary Jane
Now that's a smooth three-some, erday we riddin high
Hit my knees and say my prayers, I hope they reach the Heaven's Sky
Satan steady fucking with me, got these demons all around me
These niggas must be doing drugs, that's why they think they run the family
These niggas lame as fuck, I don't need these cowards round me
Hit 'em up with the choppa and leave 'em Robert Downy
Jr. these niggas they like my step sons
They flippin like some dope that got stepped on
Before the grass was cut, I saw the snakes...
I left the snakes to keep the rats away...
Took the venom from the snakes so they won't be lethal...
So I won't be defeated when I'm faced by the evils...
Straight drop familia nigga!
If you, eat at the table with snakes you might get bit
Or become a snake yourself, tryna get rich
I stick with the lions, and gorillas nigga
We the head of the jungle, we get the scrilla nigga
Yea I heard about you boys on that fuck shit
Tryna fuck with the clique, you gone get done up bitch
Barrett Boy fa life, bitch I might change ya life
Ride through the hood wit a G, lets smoke this kryptonite
No need for lawn service, keep my grass straight
These boys not a threat, something like grass snakes
And ion't keep cheese cause ion't fuck with rats
You might catch me at the spot, ya'll can keep the traps
I hustle smarter while, ya'll niggas hustle hardder
I'm tryna run the spot, while ya'll tryna work the carter
And on that note, you better watch ya potnas
Cause they'll try to play you close to empty out your pockets
Can ya'll keep up for a second...
How the fuck ya'll gone let these ole' snitch ass niggas do they dirt...
Still ride through the hood...
No randsome being got, no bodies being dropped...
Enough said, stay in my lane...
Free Hard Noc, free Truth Roccz, free O.G. Pistol Pete...
Rest In Peace Deer Ears...
Low End Gangsta fa life nigga, yeah...
We out this bitch...
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Writer(s): Anthony Barrett
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