Stuck in My Ways
I tax for a verse you don't got it don't ask me
Memba wen I was jus broke n was ashy
I needed help n dat nigga looked past me
Big house in la no don't ask for the addy
I'm in that mode I been countin the rackies
Ran up a check off the bells n da baggies
Call u my Blooda den nigga I love ya
Wit my dog all day like shaggy
Pop me a perc I'm cool onna addy
Ride wit da stick inna whip like caddy
Who is dis nigga naw I ain't gone serve em
Narcs must of been thinkin they had me
Bitch seen me and was fuckin amazed
Different nigga from way back inna days
Really it's me I'm jus up n I'm paid
Used to be fucked up stuck in my waysss
Who want the cancer no who want da smoke
Up dis bitch don't get shot in yo throat
It's up there bout as far as it go
I left the box pulled up to da O
Watchu gone do when you gotta decide
I hear voices in my head up inside
I Neva run I Neva hide
I know he scared see the bitch in his eyes
Run it up run it up
Dat nigga bitch he ain't one of us
U kno we trap till the sun is up
Dat nigga snitch he ain't come wit us
I'm jus tryna get the racks I'm racin
New bitch ain't nun of em basic
I might pop out on different occasions
Got my glock if he iffy I'm aimin
Some shit a heal but it's some shit dat left me broken
I swear dis street shit it get deeper than the ocean
The trap house bussin Neva close its always open
Exotic smokin jus come get it Dis Shit potent
Memba wen I was jus broke n was ashy
I needed help n dat nigga looked past me
Big house in la no don't ask for the addy
I'm in that mode I been countin the rackies
Ran up a check off the bells n da baggies
Call u my Blooda den nigga I love ya
Wit my dog all day like shaggy
Pop me a perc I'm cool onna addy
Ride wit da stick inna whip like caddy
Who is dis nigga naw I ain't gone serve em
Narcs must of been thinkin they had me
Bitch seen me and was fuckin amazed
Different nigga from way back inna days
Really it's me I'm jus up n I'm paid
Used to be fucked up stuck in my waysss
Who want the cancer no who want da smoke
Up dis bitch don't get shot in yo throat
It's up there bout as far as it go
I left the box pulled up to da O
Watchu gone do when you gotta decide
I hear voices in my head up inside
I Neva run I Neva hide
I know he scared see the bitch in his eyes
Run it up run it up
Dat nigga bitch he ain't one of us
U kno we trap till the sun is up
Dat nigga snitch he ain't come wit us
I'm jus tryna get the racks I'm racin
New bitch ain't nun of em basic
I might pop out on different occasions
Got my glock if he iffy I'm aimin
Some shit a heal but it's some shit dat left me broken
I swear dis street shit it get deeper than the ocean
The trap house bussin Neva close its always open
Exotic smokin jus come get it Dis Shit potent
Credits
Writer(s): Virgil Flemming
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