SPADE (Outro)

Now that I took a second to to introduce myself
It's the SPA
DE spade
Sincerely been a killa pussy Nigga run away

I'm the hottest in the game wrist watch chain
Shirt jeans jays niggas mad that I'm paid

Made it out the struggle every night I had to hustle
Four sisters I had to raise so the work was in a duffel

The Blicky in the tuck
Just in case a pussy nigga wanna act tuff
Thinking that he tuff

Turn his fitted to a visor
Blood stain his brim
Bout 30 and a mag and everyone will touch him

Been at G since the beginning notice the way I'm living
I resided at the bottom so the top is my mission

How you not love me like I ain't do for you
If I had it you got to see nigga I was loyal
When it came to Fam Nigga I had morals
Now I know the truth at all niggas ain't for you

Fuck him though leave them
I'll be Ight bro
Learned that I don't need em
We don't share a chromosome

Get it by any means
A hustle get more cream
So much pain I need morphine
But my package your more friens

The black won't stop so nobody will
Unless my daughter eatin I ain't hearing chill

My mother use to tell me how I'm living I'll
All this beefing and blazing boy that's gone get you killed

Gun club Nigga I be like hold that Nigga
Four 5th to his chest like give me all that Nigga

Play tuff till I drawl and then you fall back Nigga
Ain't no wonder what the hood call me that Nigga

I got dreams to make it out the hood
Back in school my teachers told me that I never would

Moved out the crib at 17
I wasn't living good
I use to suffocate my pain
Wit these backwoods

I use to think being a king you had to have a bitch
I use to thing that it was love I noticed the switch

I watched some of my closest friends try to get me licked
Prayed to get closer to god
To make the devil split

Like lord plz
Watch all these enemies
Protect me from false prophets
Disguised as a friend to me

Lord don't judge me
From my sinning
Though shall not kill
But if they try get me I'm drilling

No I'm not perfect I ain't turning cheek
They slander my name my pride gone make me speak

I know they call it ignorant but lord I'm still weak
I know they call it ignorant but I ain't that meek



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hatcher
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