Good Riddance

My niggas left me for real if you ask how I deal tell you off of the pills
Ain't got my cleats on today but I'm still in
The field n you still a get killed, no you can't stop what you started
Pack smell like I farted, we shopping opps
Target, is what it is cause I did it, if you not committed then baby good riddance

I made some my profit because of A kitchen, we hot as a stove
Hope you wearing some mittens, no I don't want
Her I just want the kitten, less she Show me different
They wanna take me out just to get my position, count money
My fingers they itchin, I swear She a baddie but do too much bitchin
I run it up wit out any permission, youngins
Stay wit that sack, it's cause they Always be blitzing
Ain't no competition you don't want no tension, the at button
Don't work when niggas be Dissing, I took a quarter pound then had flip it
Start showing my tail then she giving
Me head, don't ask me nun Bout if the opps dead
I got a beam it might end on ya head, I answer calls when they
Come in collect, I'm a real Nigga they show me respect
Fucking yo bitch with this link on my neck, I'm on the track
And i'm chasing a check, Guess he was flexible cause he got stretched
I do this shit and I make em upset, she leaving
Me, that's sum she Regret, all bout my brother I told you I step
Got a degree in the flex & finesse

My niggas left me for real if you ask how I deal tell you off of the pills
Ain't got my cleats on today but I'm still in
The field n you still a get killed, no you can't stop what you started
Pack smell like I farted, we shopping opps
Target, is what it is cause I did it, if you not committed then baby good riddance



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Writer(s): Lamont Wade
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