Castaway
I'm from where niggas robbing niggas
That they call they brother for they brother commissary
And he gone get it but can't spend it up in solitary
Cuz he just fought some niggas that had killed the brother of the nigga
That his brother had to rob to load his commissary
That shit confusing like yo mama drinking heavy trying drugs
That yo teacher told you killing people by the plenty
That shit confusing like pops telling you get ready
Then that nigga never showing like he hate you 'cause you one of many
I rap bout murder bitches and money 'cause that's what's near me
You rap bout shit you never seen yo lyrics sounding iffy
You rap bout shit you seen on TV and some documentaries
He out on bond for them jugs in court looking spiffy
Bout 7 months ago my cousin started cpns
Go grab a new whip don't trip about a boot or ticket
He said he building up the stash to go get a rig
He took a couple classes now he in the trucking business
You niggas aint setting no goals you chilling wit it
My niggas might not see they goals so they carry poles
I know some niggas taking drugs cuz they carry souls
And never needed for soul we been on our own
I'm from where bitches fucking niggas that they call they brother
Cuz her bestie love the nigga
She know she love him cuz she won't put shit above the nigga
And she be with her everyday but when he drop her off at work
She watch the clock then spin the block to come and fuck the nigga
She stuck work behind the bar reject a bunch of niggas
Then she text the bitch like pull up on him I don't trust the nigga
She text her back bitch I got you ima try to catch him little do
She know she feeling nervous 'cause he nutted in her
That shit confusing like her telling him she pregnant
Then he tell her abort it before telling her congratulations
That shit confusing like her telling him that she got full control over her body
And he calling it exaggeration
I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation
If I can do it how I do it ima make a statement
And I ain't tryna preach but I done seen the streets auntie Jackie RIP
I held that bible sleep up in yo basement
Remember when I told you goofies that you'd never make it
You should do what I do when I roll a wood, face it
I would never take a lame into consideration
I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation
That they call they brother for they brother commissary
And he gone get it but can't spend it up in solitary
Cuz he just fought some niggas that had killed the brother of the nigga
That his brother had to rob to load his commissary
That shit confusing like yo mama drinking heavy trying drugs
That yo teacher told you killing people by the plenty
That shit confusing like pops telling you get ready
Then that nigga never showing like he hate you 'cause you one of many
I rap bout murder bitches and money 'cause that's what's near me
You rap bout shit you never seen yo lyrics sounding iffy
You rap bout shit you seen on TV and some documentaries
He out on bond for them jugs in court looking spiffy
Bout 7 months ago my cousin started cpns
Go grab a new whip don't trip about a boot or ticket
He said he building up the stash to go get a rig
He took a couple classes now he in the trucking business
You niggas aint setting no goals you chilling wit it
My niggas might not see they goals so they carry poles
I know some niggas taking drugs cuz they carry souls
And never needed for soul we been on our own
I'm from where bitches fucking niggas that they call they brother
Cuz her bestie love the nigga
She know she love him cuz she won't put shit above the nigga
And she be with her everyday but when he drop her off at work
She watch the clock then spin the block to come and fuck the nigga
She stuck work behind the bar reject a bunch of niggas
Then she text the bitch like pull up on him I don't trust the nigga
She text her back bitch I got you ima try to catch him little do
She know she feeling nervous 'cause he nutted in her
That shit confusing like her telling him she pregnant
Then he tell her abort it before telling her congratulations
That shit confusing like her telling him that she got full control over her body
And he calling it exaggeration
I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation
If I can do it how I do it ima make a statement
And I ain't tryna preach but I done seen the streets auntie Jackie RIP
I held that bible sleep up in yo basement
Remember when I told you goofies that you'd never make it
You should do what I do when I roll a wood, face it
I would never take a lame into consideration
I used to spit it for the fun but this my graduation
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Writer(s): Malik Brown
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