Not Nice

Rolling through the city with the top down
Bending corners in a foreign coupe
Earning stripes in the streets dog
Got the scars on me you can see the proof
All my homies on the same thang
Young niggas yelling gang gang
Got a couple patnas locked behind bars
Going crazy tryna maintain
Drop a couple thousand for em on they books
It aint as glorified as it really looks
I steady tell em keep they head high
And im wiping tears when they mama cry
Everybody claiming that real
But they fake as hell that's some real spill
Till they sitting there facing 30 years
Now they talking bout lets make deal
Back to the regular programming
Circle small and they all family

Got a baby 9 and AR, all fully loaded and they stay handy
Fah faha fahha faha bussin at em through the back door
Bout to turn homie to a friendly ghost
I can guarantee that he don't want more
Legal and safe, got the dough just to beat the case
I don't need a mask you can see my face
Protect me father take a knee and pray to see another day
I wanna stack my money high and watch it climb
I don't need the fame I don't wanna shine
Hope they give it to me while im in my prime
Patiently waiting until my time



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Writer(s): Riccardo Facciolli
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