Maw
What the fuck i look like ever tryna be another nigga
Been born into this shit its hard to find another realer
My star is shinning brighter than the tip of my cigar
Im steady missing my lil girl and being strong for my lil boi
I quit the syrup im back to poppin pills this shit is like a cycle
Granny said im a solider gotta keep me a rifle
Gotta keep me a bible all them demons on yo back boi
Know they want you dead you already born a black boi
Im like warren sapp im just runnin to get a sack
Dont let money make you relax im just comin to you with facts
Keep my pimpin out the mix I got nothin to do with that i be focusing just on this
Kickin pimpin gettin rich my dawg,
Dont let no nigga play you like no bitch my dawg
And when this shit get heavy never switch
I just give my niggas the game and hopefully they make it stick
And count some money to this shit
Kid
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Everybody pray to god when they in a jam
Then be right back in them trenches we dont give a damn
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Now it seem like everybody wanna be the man
But what it takes to make it you wont even understand
What the fuck i look like ever tryna be another nigga
I smile throw the deuce and keep my space cause i dont know these niggas
Og used to hit the road with that Codeine nigga
Told me when yo time come you better show these niggas
I been droppin crack shit you know im o d dawg
Yall niggas talkin like the police dawg
Dem dont want rump with little ole me dawg
Have a nigga sniff ya out like a police dog
Glitter on my mitts like im michael baby
Spin it run it up its a cycle baby
Gotta be a bull like michael baby
If not you can get rocked like a baby
Im from the land where the best died
The rest ride bitch the westside
Its still rip to shady
And shawty lo
Cigarette and pimp juice
We miss you bro
Kid
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Everybody pray to god when they in a jam
Then be right back in them trenches we dont give a damn
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Now it seem like everybody wanna be the man
But what it takes to make it you wont even understand
Been born into this shit its hard to find another realer
My star is shinning brighter than the tip of my cigar
Im steady missing my lil girl and being strong for my lil boi
I quit the syrup im back to poppin pills this shit is like a cycle
Granny said im a solider gotta keep me a rifle
Gotta keep me a bible all them demons on yo back boi
Know they want you dead you already born a black boi
Im like warren sapp im just runnin to get a sack
Dont let money make you relax im just comin to you with facts
Keep my pimpin out the mix I got nothin to do with that i be focusing just on this
Kickin pimpin gettin rich my dawg,
Dont let no nigga play you like no bitch my dawg
And when this shit get heavy never switch
I just give my niggas the game and hopefully they make it stick
And count some money to this shit
Kid
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Everybody pray to god when they in a jam
Then be right back in them trenches we dont give a damn
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Now it seem like everybody wanna be the man
But what it takes to make it you wont even understand
What the fuck i look like ever tryna be another nigga
I smile throw the deuce and keep my space cause i dont know these niggas
Og used to hit the road with that Codeine nigga
Told me when yo time come you better show these niggas
I been droppin crack shit you know im o d dawg
Yall niggas talkin like the police dawg
Dem dont want rump with little ole me dawg
Have a nigga sniff ya out like a police dog
Glitter on my mitts like im michael baby
Spin it run it up its a cycle baby
Gotta be a bull like michael baby
If not you can get rocked like a baby
Im from the land where the best died
The rest ride bitch the westside
Its still rip to shady
And shawty lo
Cigarette and pimp juice
We miss you bro
Kid
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Everybody pray to god when they in a jam
Then be right back in them trenches we dont give a damn
Baby yeah you know im outchea tryna make a way
Tryna find a way to fill the plate up everyday
Now it seem like everybody wanna be the man
But what it takes to make it you wont even understand
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Boddie Jr
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