Talkin' Shit

People outchea strugglin everyday
Tryna make a way
Always knew my alphabet thats why I had have J a K
Betta watch watchu say cause he quick to put one in ya face
And if any nigga go against the gang we let them choppas spray
Pullup hopout its my birthday im like way da cake
Had to cut my grass low just so i can see the snakes
I cant fake the funk but to me most niggas funk be fake
Its cold thats why you canr trust these niggas they be frosted flakes
Trappin all day its been 10 minutes i done caught 10 plays
Nick say he was gone change but we still outchea serving jays
Ma say you the same aine change my ways just had to change my lanes
I slide for myself or i might send trav and toody cain
Aine no tusslin try me im bussin we sending shots today
That hoe you loving while i was fucking she told me way you stay
Widjit my cousin for me aine nothin for him to dig ya grave
Stop allat frontin heard you was bluffin well its to fuckin late
Came home this year last year i was in the cage
Same niggas talkin down same ones stressin free tk
But theyon know its up and its stuck cause they done freed tk
Screaming fuck the police fuck the judge and fuck the da
Ridin down 204 13 shots up inna K
And my bitch will shoot too spray the deuce deuce like its some mace
Beezo he a loose screw nut up and catch one to the face
Hide from who bitch we posted in the trenches everyday
West savannah fellwood projects we from section 8
Posted in the bricks stick in the bushes its our section K
Dont bite the hand that feed you and when they feed you better say ya grace
I put that on my soul if i eat my dawgs gone get a plate



Credits
Writer(s): Jamil Smith
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