938 S Wildrose

"Niggas be talking, that's all they do bro
Ima have to fuck em' up with this one tho"

Yuh

"Nigga hold up, that shit cold!"

When I walk in yeah you know who it is
Swagger all on me you know I got drip
Dripping to hard you might fucking slip
Too many niggas get shot on the strip

Niggas can barely go outside
Mother can home with tears in her eyes
Walking back, to his house on his block
Police pulled up, he was shot on the spot

These fiends are smoking none stop
Wishing for drop tops
Spending money on loneliness and new iced out wrist watch
Still broke, looking for a job but it's kind of hard when you ain't free
But I thank god for at least having presents under that tree

Yuh

I've been down for a couple of days
Meanwhile, niggas get put in graves
I'll act up but I won't misbehave

I'm on the chase for them paper weights
I'll snatch the bills put them in the case
Then I'm relocating to a different state
See as a black nigga there's a lot on my plate

You try dis me nigga what you say
I won't let you pussy niggas in my way
I see my face Ima regurgitate
Nigga I don't even need a glock on my waste

Another nigga dead oh no, no, no
Can't find x y z, or the slope
To many brothers possessing poles
Bop, bop, bop now his body froze

Mammas tears unfold while the casket close
No telling how many hearts are broke
Another dead in a suit and tie
All this shit the damn pole provoked

Now a nigga locked up can't use use the phone
Now who's the father of the child he own
This shit only happen if you my skin tone
Shit nigga, now you know

When I walk in yeah you know who it is
Swagger all on me you know I got drip
Drippin to hard you might fucking slip
Too many niggas get shot on the strip

Niggas can barely go outside
Mother can home with tears in her eyes
Walking back, to his house on his block
Police pulled up, he was shot on the spot

These fiends are smoking none stop
Wishing for drop tops
Spending money on loneliness and new iced out wrist watch
Still broke, looking for a job but it's kind of hard when you ain't free
But I thank god for at least having presents under that tree



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Writer(s): Alberto Matos
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