Da Life After (feat. Smoothcash)

Yo GiGi
Turn it up

RIP to Killa Naj
Died back in twenty twelve
That's the last time I cried
I ain't never speak about that shit
I kept that shit inside
I can't walk around these streets
Without that blicky on my side
Probably why I'm still alive
Wish that was the case for you
I don't even want the fame
Ima do this shit for you
Mar Jerm Ski and Dew
Shan Nas Bok and a Brew
Really not no rapper
I'm just speaking on the shit I do
Really used to have me on some shit
So this shit for you
Everywhere we went you had you Camera
And had your speaker too
Nigga I can go on for a year
About what we been threw
Ima always make sure it's respect
When niggas speak of you
I don't go to funerals no more
I been to quite a few
Next one goin be my janazah
Probably hosted by McFly
I just hope it's no paster
Talking bout how great I was
Probably lying and capping
Tell em how I ran the streets
And how I stayed up on Master
Every bitch goin say she mine
Bitches lying and capping
Probably ten out of them twenty one
Bitches in savages
While eleven of them crying
Other ten of them laughing
Shouldn't talk about the negative
That's laws in attraction
I keep talking that bad shit
Bad shit goin happen
All I'm really doing is venting
They perceive it as rapping
And I feed myself knowledge
So I believe I ain't average
I perfected my craft
It took a while but it's mastered
I ain't signing no deal
Unless I'm keeping my masters
Still ain't get me no manager
But I manage my assets
Cut different from niggas
Niggas ain't matching this fabric
I seen some trappers turn attics
I had to grind
I ain't have it
I needed Dollars like Mavericks
When I tried to give em game
They mistake that for bragging
I was broke
I had designer
I can't front that was backwards
Selling all them baggies
Just to go and spend it on fabrics



Credits
Writer(s): Wendell Foster
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