Stompin' Grounds

I Grew up in the Holyy
My momma made me a hustler

I put the woman through struggles
Lord knows how dearly I love her
I wake up I'm filled with hunger
Pussy is my aroma
Curving bitches is harder
Than staying cool in the summer

Grew up knew of brothers
Never spent any summers
Bitter mothers are toxic
Like leaving lead in the water

Sipping drink with no soda
Drip is the doctors orders
Dreams of whipping a phantom
But buried my older brother

Bitches are getting slower
Internet taking over
Shaking ass is the remedy
For the hearts that are broken

Pour a duece in my soda
Missing my older brother
This summer I'm staying posted
No lackin I keep It on me

I'm strapped
And I stay with shorties
With energy for all phonies
And niggas thats playing tough
Cause my team is built like the
Army

I'm never beefing with homie
20 band to a Brodie
Clap up em up while in traffic
And give his niggas a warning

Beating up all opponents
Walking slow to the corner
The victor just came from nothing
So give this nigga your honor

I'm flexing
I barely started
Push button
Need no deposit
Remember my niggas
Walking

Remember nights we
Was starvin

Was sleepin on floors
With roaches all in the closet

One call and my cousins marching
We 50 deep in some chargers

You niggas taxing for garbage
Beg me to do a feature
I wake up listen to ether

Play it all through the speakers
In a veno we creepin
I saw you but didn't shoot you
I'm giving mercy to losers

Shooting you wouldn't prove it

I'm the best that's gone do it
From 16th I came from nothing
Got battle wounds just to prove

I'm working I need improvement
No lacking I keep it moving nigga

My nigga locked on the band
We just pray that they give him movement nigga

The system they keep us losing
They city going to hell
And women losing they veils
Allah save us from shells



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Ard
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