Intro

Feel like 50 in my city
Riding round wit 50
Hope don't they play wit me
Send em 20 out da 50 thas a curtesy call
These niggas mad kuz we ball
I had brothers that switched up kuz da money got involved
And nigga I ain't sad to say that when they left it evolved
I'm back to paper
These niggas gettin salty on Shotta they lemon pepper
Niggas say they really be bosses I just need proof
Cause these da niggas asking for handouts n thas da truth
My dawg I used to feed em he changed on me like judist
And now he on da other side broke that nigga stupid
Yeah it's love nigga, you switched bout a bitch though
So really there ain't none I'm feelin I gotta fix bro
I was in da H wit da pack trapped out da citgo
We was on Synott gettin paper thas real Shit though
Really proud to say that I graduated from kickdoor
That shit lead to dead or in jail
Knew that from get go
We was just so hungry nobody showed us to get dough
We sacrificed a lot for this shit none was simple
So I got da pack and now all of my niggas get dough
Krispy Kream money my nigga and thas Fashisho
STUPID!



Credits
Writer(s): Shemka Simo
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