Artist
Grew up I was lost Ain't know imma king
Rim hadda carry me he was my sling
Bro was my slime now brodie he died
Do y'all lik they did em I want y'all to die
Lik my brothers family I want yours to cry
I told you it's war bitch a eye for eye
It don't feel the same even wen I get high
I Keep thinking bout death wen I look in the sky
No it's not over till the fat lady sings
Like playing wit puppets manipulate strings
We kno u a faggot cause it's in your genes
She ask me my job said I'm working wit feins
Everything I did dirty it's time to get clean
Keep preaching don't trust em it's not what it seems
Married the game got a Glock as my ring
I invest in them choppers I don't need me no bling
Some say I'm smart some say I'm retarded
Gun in ur face I'm like whats in ur wallet
Say tht I'm burnt out say I'm getting started
Im not feeling guilty I'm feeling cold hearted
Some niggas had stayed but some niggas departed
I'm solidforever on my life bitch I barred it
Been peeped tht you fake in my notes had it charted
I'm not just a rapper I'm really a artist
These niggas on dicks they just go with what trending
He say he cant fold his strong will I keep bending
It been So many times I been called a defendant
Beat so many cases ain't read my amendments
He will tip to the feds in his soul I see spice
I can't chill wit tht bruvah he hang wit the mice
I Kant chill wit tht man it's juss something not right
Hell jank his own family tht bitch uncle ice
Life is a gamble we rolling the dice
If u jump in the streets know it comes with a price
No time for no fuck up you best be precise
It ain't no respawns bro you will lose your life
No it's no new friends juss tired of deception
I cant lie babygirl I need all love ur affection
If you are not solid can't step In this section
Free lil tank he still locked in corrections
Can't say tht I'm lunching God left out a screw
Let them niggas forget he got shot out the blue
The Feds on the scene they keep asking bout who
It was so many shots he had nothing to do
I will never threaten l'll make you a promise
Respect for the ogs I always pay homage
The one who gone turn up I'm really the calmest
Ifu grew up black then u witness the carnage
Grew up I was lost Ain't know imma king
Rim hadda carry me he was my sling
Bro was my slime now brodie he died
Do y'all lik they did em I want y'all to die
Lik my brothers family I want yours to cry
I told you it's war bitch a eye for eye
It don't feel the same even wen I get high
I Keep thinking bout death wen I look in the sky
No it's not over till the fat lady sings
Like playing wit puppets manipulate strings
We kno u a faggot cause it's in your genes
She ask me my job said I'm working wit feins
Everything I did dirty it's time to get clean
Keep preaching don't trust em it's not what it seems
Married the game got a Glock as my ring
I invest in them choppers I don't need me no bling
Some say I'm smart some say I'm retarded
Gun in ur face I'm like whats in ur wallet
Say tht I'm burnt out say I'm getting started
I'm not feeling guilty I'm feeling cold hearted
Some niggas had stayed but some niggas departed
I'm solidforever on my life bitch I barred it
Been peeped tht you fake in my notes had it charted
I'm not just a rapper I'm really a artist
Rim hadda carry me he was my sling
Bro was my slime now brodie he died
Do y'all lik they did em I want y'all to die
Lik my brothers family I want yours to cry
I told you it's war bitch a eye for eye
It don't feel the same even wen I get high
I Keep thinking bout death wen I look in the sky
No it's not over till the fat lady sings
Like playing wit puppets manipulate strings
We kno u a faggot cause it's in your genes
She ask me my job said I'm working wit feins
Everything I did dirty it's time to get clean
Keep preaching don't trust em it's not what it seems
Married the game got a Glock as my ring
I invest in them choppers I don't need me no bling
Some say I'm smart some say I'm retarded
Gun in ur face I'm like whats in ur wallet
Say tht I'm burnt out say I'm getting started
Im not feeling guilty I'm feeling cold hearted
Some niggas had stayed but some niggas departed
I'm solidforever on my life bitch I barred it
Been peeped tht you fake in my notes had it charted
I'm not just a rapper I'm really a artist
These niggas on dicks they just go with what trending
He say he cant fold his strong will I keep bending
It been So many times I been called a defendant
Beat so many cases ain't read my amendments
He will tip to the feds in his soul I see spice
I can't chill wit tht bruvah he hang wit the mice
I Kant chill wit tht man it's juss something not right
Hell jank his own family tht bitch uncle ice
Life is a gamble we rolling the dice
If u jump in the streets know it comes with a price
No time for no fuck up you best be precise
It ain't no respawns bro you will lose your life
No it's no new friends juss tired of deception
I cant lie babygirl I need all love ur affection
If you are not solid can't step In this section
Free lil tank he still locked in corrections
Can't say tht I'm lunching God left out a screw
Let them niggas forget he got shot out the blue
The Feds on the scene they keep asking bout who
It was so many shots he had nothing to do
I will never threaten l'll make you a promise
Respect for the ogs I always pay homage
The one who gone turn up I'm really the calmest
Ifu grew up black then u witness the carnage
Grew up I was lost Ain't know imma king
Rim hadda carry me he was my sling
Bro was my slime now brodie he died
Do y'all lik they did em I want y'all to die
Lik my brothers family I want yours to cry
I told you it's war bitch a eye for eye
It don't feel the same even wen I get high
I Keep thinking bout death wen I look in the sky
No it's not over till the fat lady sings
Like playing wit puppets manipulate strings
We kno u a faggot cause it's in your genes
She ask me my job said I'm working wit feins
Everything I did dirty it's time to get clean
Keep preaching don't trust em it's not what it seems
Married the game got a Glock as my ring
I invest in them choppers I don't need me no bling
Some say I'm smart some say I'm retarded
Gun in ur face I'm like whats in ur wallet
Say tht I'm burnt out say I'm getting started
I'm not feeling guilty I'm feeling cold hearted
Some niggas had stayed but some niggas departed
I'm solidforever on my life bitch I barred it
Been peeped tht you fake in my notes had it charted
I'm not just a rapper I'm really a artist
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Writer(s): Riley Horn
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