Help
Man Fuck tryna help all these niggas
No i cant fuck with you nigga
Just watch where you steppin my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga
Big homie wanna roll a blunt
Yo niggas hungry, go buy him lunch
You niggas fake, i wont fund that man
I got da pounds, you a running man
Never been to college, I'm a dummy man
Never been a crash that's, a dumber man
Catch em sleeping that's, a slumber man
I got da stick call me, lumber man
Not Paul Bunyan I'm a fucking giant
Keep to myself, y'all bitches lying
Pussy boys, y'all been hiding
You pushing pens, I keep it silent
You switch yo story, like you changing climates
Never claimed real in a fucking song
If shit ain't right then its fucking wrong
Only raw I'm passing is a fucking cone
Real Gs born with the lean
You tripping, don't call on me
Mama speaking codes from across the street
That's a Michael Vick ain't talking weed
Pull up on niggas in East Atlanta
Might politic with David Banner
With Jay Morrison on some business matters
Got niggas checking on da police scanner
Drones by the house just in case they bam us
Just in case in they bam us
Not teaching no sucker
These niggas gon switch
I kept it one hunnid
You still serving zips
I gave out da game you still in a ditch
you aint gonna work then yo ass better dip
Fuck a front young nigga get the credit
I Kept it 100 thats how you manage
Fuck tryna help all these niggas
No I cant fuck with you nigga
Just watch where you stepping my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga
No i cant fuck with you nigga
Just watch where you steppin my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga
Big homie wanna roll a blunt
Yo niggas hungry, go buy him lunch
You niggas fake, i wont fund that man
I got da pounds, you a running man
Never been to college, I'm a dummy man
Never been a crash that's, a dumber man
Catch em sleeping that's, a slumber man
I got da stick call me, lumber man
Not Paul Bunyan I'm a fucking giant
Keep to myself, y'all bitches lying
Pussy boys, y'all been hiding
You pushing pens, I keep it silent
You switch yo story, like you changing climates
Never claimed real in a fucking song
If shit ain't right then its fucking wrong
Only raw I'm passing is a fucking cone
Real Gs born with the lean
You tripping, don't call on me
Mama speaking codes from across the street
That's a Michael Vick ain't talking weed
Pull up on niggas in East Atlanta
Might politic with David Banner
With Jay Morrison on some business matters
Got niggas checking on da police scanner
Drones by the house just in case they bam us
Just in case in they bam us
Not teaching no sucker
These niggas gon switch
I kept it one hunnid
You still serving zips
I gave out da game you still in a ditch
you aint gonna work then yo ass better dip
Fuck a front young nigga get the credit
I Kept it 100 thats how you manage
Fuck tryna help all these niggas
No I cant fuck with you nigga
Just watch where you stepping my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga
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Writer(s): Jourdain Crawford
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