Nothing Sweet

Fucked up, how these young niggas really ran up on me
Kept it real smooth, coulda stab somebody
I make chess moves, y'all play checkers dummies
Y'all don't want it with me
This is call Call of Duty
Try and play close
I'mma catch a fucking body
Y'all dudes, better back the fuck up off me
Y'all gon' wake the fucking beast
Aw yeah
I get the bag
Look at my swag
Y'all niggas mad
Yo' reign was never meant to last
My crew gotta pop pistols
While y'all dummies throwing jabs
I leave it to the G's
I don't do the crime, I just drop the bags
Yeah-Yeah
Yoga, yoga, yoga

Youngn's got me fucked thinking i'm sweet
Hope I never catch 'em slippin in the fucking streets
Don't let this "pretty nigga look' fool ya
Cuz Lord knows if you push me homie I'mma do ya

Hello?
Still got the sauce right?
Peep all the moves, I
Did for these dudes, I
Got stabbed in the back
So many times now I gotta buss back
My ennemies think I'mma play cool
But really it's on sight
Outta my face yeah-yeah
Stay in ya place yeah-yeah
Nobody's safe yeah
Homies might shoot up the place yeah-yeah
Honestly, I don't like promoting savagery
Savagery
I just keep the same old energy
Energy
We gon' bust a move and hope, we never catch a case
Whoo-Whoo, Bando Midori

Youngn's got me fucked thinking i'm sweet
Hope I never catch 'em slippin in the fucking streets
Don't let this "pretty nigga look' fool ya
Cuz Lord knows if you push me homie I'mma do ya



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