Loaded
Loaded all these bases loaded
I got this paper dolo
I bought this chain and roley
I know my reputation key, can't let them take if from me
Never thought I see the day niggas take my homie
Maybe I just feel like I'm the best out
Or maybe I get faded because I'm stressed out
Shit look how they portray me I got "x" out
Hundreds on me now I feel left out
Woah
I used to serve them 2 for the 10
Thought we was doing it big
Me and my crew to the end
I started losing my friends
Momma blowing up my phone she like, they shooting again
If only my momma knew it was her son and his friends
Besides my baby shit you know I put my paper first
We don't know if boy a rat
We ain't see no paperwork
Cross my T's and dot my I's
Right before I go outside
If them niggas ever slide
I just hope and pray they die
Homicide
Shot em he was low since
Shit we was on go then
That was like in '010
I ain't see my bro since
Shit just left me broken
Hundred for an eighth
You know the shit we smoking, potent
Loaded
Jamaican guy
BUCK BUCK BUCK
Kill a rat dem
Big spliffy in my hand
Grab a wrap dem
Informant mi hit em with the Mac 10
Neek Bucks more fire
General dem
They tried to show me tough love
I make it God willing
You know if it was once love it ain't no hard feelings
Picture me rollin Mercedes Benz sliding
Shit you know if they kill me it was an insider
I'm so protected by angels look how my friends dying
Got to shake off these demons, got to keep my kid smiling
Got to watch how they treat a nigga when it ain't poppin
Name good in these streets, everything I did solid
Picture me 16 in the projects with this pack on me
Opps going to probably slide through hope I got the strap on me
Bro was on my time too
Said that he'll clap for me
And he'll always be there
But you ain't have my back homie
I paint this picture vivid for the street niggas
Drug dealers, niggas in the field tryna get it
I got love for you
You know I gotta thank God for waking up today
It could be worse
I been through so much trying to put food on this plate
I wear this Presidential Roley everyday
It give me faith
Plus it symbolizes how far a nigga really came
I know I'm great
Rest In Peace Nip,
They was thinking marathon
They thinking race
Now watch me do a couple numbers
Meech bread like Meek said
Ball 100 summers
No he said, no she said
No talking about my brothers
A lot of niggas faded wasn't with me so it's fuck em
Fuck em
I got this paper dolo
I bought this chain and roley
I know my reputation key, can't let them take if from me
Never thought I see the day niggas take my homie
Maybe I just feel like I'm the best out
Or maybe I get faded because I'm stressed out
Shit look how they portray me I got "x" out
Hundreds on me now I feel left out
Woah
I used to serve them 2 for the 10
Thought we was doing it big
Me and my crew to the end
I started losing my friends
Momma blowing up my phone she like, they shooting again
If only my momma knew it was her son and his friends
Besides my baby shit you know I put my paper first
We don't know if boy a rat
We ain't see no paperwork
Cross my T's and dot my I's
Right before I go outside
If them niggas ever slide
I just hope and pray they die
Homicide
Shot em he was low since
Shit we was on go then
That was like in '010
I ain't see my bro since
Shit just left me broken
Hundred for an eighth
You know the shit we smoking, potent
Loaded
Jamaican guy
BUCK BUCK BUCK
Kill a rat dem
Big spliffy in my hand
Grab a wrap dem
Informant mi hit em with the Mac 10
Neek Bucks more fire
General dem
They tried to show me tough love
I make it God willing
You know if it was once love it ain't no hard feelings
Picture me rollin Mercedes Benz sliding
Shit you know if they kill me it was an insider
I'm so protected by angels look how my friends dying
Got to shake off these demons, got to keep my kid smiling
Got to watch how they treat a nigga when it ain't poppin
Name good in these streets, everything I did solid
Picture me 16 in the projects with this pack on me
Opps going to probably slide through hope I got the strap on me
Bro was on my time too
Said that he'll clap for me
And he'll always be there
But you ain't have my back homie
I paint this picture vivid for the street niggas
Drug dealers, niggas in the field tryna get it
I got love for you
You know I gotta thank God for waking up today
It could be worse
I been through so much trying to put food on this plate
I wear this Presidential Roley everyday
It give me faith
Plus it symbolizes how far a nigga really came
I know I'm great
Rest In Peace Nip,
They was thinking marathon
They thinking race
Now watch me do a couple numbers
Meech bread like Meek said
Ball 100 summers
No he said, no she said
No talking about my brothers
A lot of niggas faded wasn't with me so it's fuck em
Fuck em
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Writer(s): Unique Herbert
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