Unknowns (feat. Doe Boy Philly)

This shit feel like I'm selling crack again man

Feel like I got that motherfucking bag again nigga

Breaking down coke no hope, I was on the go
I was on go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Kick a door
Bitch nigga Run slow
Yeah
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Yeah
Lit where the blunt bro
Yeah
Don't fuck with you unknowns
Yeah

Got uncut underneath the floor, and I just dropped another four
My dawg said he want see tomorrow, so
I'm A do this for him, hustle hard for a foreign
Do it just because its boring, fuck you bitches that was horing
All My niggas get it on, I can't see em lord, I was born with it boy
You was toying with it boy, get in tune with it Boy
You sliver spoon living boy, send a goon at you boy
Watch the news cause I'm noid, money feels my Void
Pop a seal we slowing, everything we sold it
We can't build he told it, if it's crack we on it

Breaking down coke no hope I was on go
Go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Kick a door
Bitch nigga run slow
Slow
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Yeah
Lit where the blunt bro
Yeah
Don't fuck with you unknowns

Breaking down coke no hope I was on go
Go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Kick a door
Bitch nigga run slow
Slow
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Yeah
Lit where the blunt bro
Yeah
Don't fuck with you unknowns

One time for the real brothers, niggas stayed down
When we was fucked up, two times for the nigga drizzy
Drake, motherfuckers never loved us
Niggas came through tripping couple times
But they never left Untouched
Now a days youngins ain't learning how to rumble
They just let they guns bust, I be riding round
With my middle finger swinging, for the ones that did me wrong
Oh now everybody love the doe, hoes Must be signing biggie song
I can count on half a hand, who was picking up
When I was tryna bounce back Written rules from a slum lord
Telling grandma couldn't come back, niggas don't know that part
Niggas Don't go that hard, niggas don't show that heart
They just wanna be rap stars, and that's cool
But niggas Suppose to make dope moves
Now they fiends just sad ooouu, no pride looking bad ooouu
And women Hand bags too

Breaking down coke no hope I was on go
Go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Kick a door
Bitch nigga run slow
Slow
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Yeah
Lit where the blunt bro
Yeah
Don't fuck with you unknowns

Breaking down coke no hope, I was on go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Bitch nigga run slow
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Lit where the blunt bro
Don't fuck with you unknowns
Breaking down coke no hope, I was on go
Go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Kick a door
Bitch nigga run slow
Slow
Bitch suck a dumb Joe
Yeah
Lit where the blunt bro
Yeah
Don't fuck with you unknowns
Breaking down coke no hope I was on go
Choppers on call what's the job, kick a nigga door
Bitch nigga run slowBitch suck a dumb Joe
Lit where the blunt bro
Don't fuck with you unknowns



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Writer(s): Clyde Turner
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