13 Reasons

It take a minute, to reminisce
Niggas talkin with no sense that's why they broke without no common sense
They got a problem we gon'

Hold up money talkin
We ain't gon focus on them lil problems
Big bossin
Not the type to type n I ain't social often
Niggas sweet so if they head roll that's that whopper chocolate
Pockets full wit dead presidents that's dead men walkin
13 Reasons why I chase the money but I ain't a stalker

Presidential iced out I need that Harry Truman
Need triple 9s, shout out to juice this not a movement
I broke her spine she talking shit I had to prove it
She blew my mind and not my mind that make the music
I'm losin time
Smokin all this gas mama on my ass
Say I'm fine really I'm just tryna leave it in the past
My niggas mossing when it come to this so I give em the pass
Feel like joe burrow in the end zone when it come to that
It's a cold world in the summer so they wear the mask
Might just have to match if I go broke but I got Pops for that
He was hustling fore' he had the pagers he get props for that
Don't get to cocky when you round these leeches you get popped for that
Used to open up but now I can't cause I get mocked for that
Now I'm having convos with the blunt don't catch no asthma attack
Stopped fuckin with niggas out my circle scar still on my back
So if a opp keep sayin they want smoke then we got gars for that

It take a minute, to reminisce
Niggas talkin with no sense that's why they broke without no common sense
They got a problem we gon'

Hold up money talkin
We ain't gon' focus on them lil problems
Big bossin
Not the type to type n I ain't social often
Niggas sweet so if they head roll that's that whopper chocolate
Pockets full wit dead presidents that's dead men walkin
13 Reasons why I chase the money but I ain't a stalker

13 Reasons why I'll say the word
I ain't gonna touch him
13 Reasons why these bitches birds
They ain't learning nothing
Just moving lips
I stick wit mines cause if it pop she gon' reach for my hip
A lil baddie with a atty gotta tell her chill
Cause we ain't tripping over beef we eating greens in here
I need some blue bands for my brothers yea that's word to nip
I said believe that but these niggas still be sleepin still
It's time to wake em up

It take a minute, to reminisce
Niggas talkin with no sense that's why they broke without no common sense
They got a problem we gon'

Hold up money talkin
We ain't gon' focus on them lil problems
Big bossin
Not the type to type n I ain't social often
Niggas sweet so if they head roll that's that whopper chocolate
Pockets full wit dead presidents that's dead men walkin
13 Reasons why I chase the money but I ain't a stalker



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