Lone

They never appreciate the real shit
I can't give you that no way
They talk murder you ain't kill shit
So many bleed in a day
Just stuck the beam on the k
It's a dream martin luther k
Real niggas know you can't relate
Cause i'm the lil nigga you still gotta face
I'm the reason your bitch coming home super late
Yeah i'm still the reason they filled up with hate
Cq the main reason i slide with the drac
See you gon be the victim that die by the eight
I remember we used to play ball with the crate
I remember when noodles was all that i ate
I remember when scottyy first caught him a case
Cq memorized every song that i made

Head shot the boy
We want see his brain
This dirty glock ain't got no license for it
Ole boy but I got aim
I spend too many dollars I don't change
Stop claiming you real that ain't your thang
Stop claiming you g that ain't your name
Please pass the controller this ain't your game
Let's talk dedication this ain't lil wayne
Let's talk about the blessings that still haven't came
Speak on that fuck shit they ain't think that was lame
Tricked to put titles on shit i ain't think was the same
You bleeding i might help the reaper put you in a grave
I put dick in your main
Push codeine in my veins
Go sprinkle salt on my name
When i see them they behave
And this g shit on my heart
Bitch i'm talking forever and ever
If it's a rat around me i can smell him
Your bitch sweatin me i ain't got on no leather
I kept it real that's the most you could tell them
If you putting money on me you can bet them
Don't come running complaining to me when you let them
Hit a super bad bitch from the back she was yelling
Had a bitch say she love me I knew she was welling
Had to kill out the crew who i knew that was telling
Where you lay your head never use it for mailing
Don't do shit that would've did for the better
A few things that i would've did for the cheddar
Oh you think we fucking but i never met her
Oh she wanna suck it but i never let her
She say i'm cold hearted i said bitch go buy me a sweater

Riding low key aye
You die
That's what beef say
We want your life that's what we take
This mine this for keeps sake
Spin twice that's a retake
Goodbye Ima replace
AR 1-5 It's a sweepstakes
Oh you riding don't be fake
Gotta be direct with me
Riding with shoop ina coupe with a tec with me
I'm with your boo and yeah she do be sexxing me
I'm in the street everyday like it's sesame
You got a hole in your net you ain't catching it
You got a hole in your neck you ain't stretching it
You gotta pray for the trap you ain't blessing it
One day ima be at the top it was destinate
You ain't subtracting the opps you ain't lessin it
You down remember back when you ain't mess with it
I two hands on the mop you'll get wet with it
Got the bag then I did just whatever i felt with it
Dragged through the mud plenty times but i dealt with it