Reborn

Consider Bigg Z a Rare Breed me
Never square,tatted up, been G
My last break up, my demons freed
Bitch still find my homie to plead
Innocence in the fact of being a slut
She greedy she want it all what glut
Last try for me on love, no luck
Only chill wit them hoes that wanna fuck

Wanna test this homie square up
Oh you wanna shoot let's get buck
Drop you a bag get it all in one chunk
None of my plugs ever fuck wit that bunk
Hustlads academy aces no flunk
Rather serve no clubbin while krunk
Off track cuz her trunk got some junk
I'm picky but my dicky sure lunk

Shots headed your way, hairline
Hard sights looking for a flatline
Got an elbow now time to grind
No hoe gonna change my mind
I swear these dudes all been blind
Middle name shoulda been slime
Never been robbed or raided
Knock on my dick now it's x-rated
I know I'm sick, but yes underrated
Walked 8 mile, all while faded
I told you I ain't nothing to play wit

Used to serve anyone, shit got me hot then
Back then my homies scheemin and plottin
Put me in yo hood i find out what's poppin
Servin out her house, on this d she hoppin
Feel heat Im gone scared of floppin
plug in plug out dope game not stoppin
If 12 find out, tell ya right now
That's the last sac I'll ever bedroppin

She can't forget me like bad habits
Gotta keep moving I'm reason for traffic
She double take, if I want it I bag it
I don't bag it then my homie can have it
Make dollars appear like hat and a rabbit
I call it hustling, and y'all call it magic
Hustle on point yours resmbling tragic

I'm 6 feet deep, then stop money chase
Need bread more than pussy in my face
Suckas think I'm smoking sumthin laced
Get bread til I'm dead. keep up the pace
Cash above all, whiney bitch get replaced



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Holzer
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