back back

I loose control of my self, I'm tryna give this girl the world she know it's under my belt
I put that heater to his eater, knock the book off ha shelf
You think I'm Cappin get to blastin, send dem bitches to hell
See in this world who can you trust, because you die by yourself
I'm tryna roll me up a gram, it's kinda easin my health
I put my trust inside my brothers know they never would tell
I send a prayer to the sky to fix the pain that I felt

I'm from the west of Carolina anybody could die
You gotta steal to get yo food, just so yo people survive
You gotta rob another nigga so you momma can smile
But everything come wit a price she at yo funeral crying

I heard dem niggaz looking for me, tell dem boys I ain't hidin
I need them diamonds in my teeth so they can hate while I'm smiling
You know I'm riding For my brothers got unlimited miles
I'm only in the 10th grade fuckin hoes who in college

He get to close I make em back back
100's in my stash bag
Ho got outta pocket tryna ask me where the bag at
100's in my pocket right beside to where my flag at
Reaching for dem bennies turn yo rapper to a hashtag

I loose control of my self, I'm tryna give the girl the world she know it's under my belt
I put that heater to his eater, knock the book off ha shelf
You think I'm Cappin get to blastin, send dem bitches to hell
See in this world who can you trust, because you die by yourself
I'm tryna roll me up a gram, it's kinda easin my health
I put my trust inside my brothers know they never would tell
I send a prayer to the sky to fix the pain that I felt

I'm heaven sent I do my best and give it all I got
When they ain't bringing to the table they gon let you rot
These rapping niggaz tellin fables like they on the block
These rapper cappers notta trapper nigga gonna getchu shot

You stupid bitches cross the line and i ain't showing remorse
I knew my niggaz really thuggin for they hopped off the porch
I know a shooter witta 30 he don't ball Onna court
The only time he see a court is when he stuck inna court

He get to close I make em back back
100's in my stash bag
Ho got outta pocket tryna ask me where the bag at
100's in my pocket right beside to where my flag at
Reaching for dem bennies turn yo rapper to a hashtag

I loose control of my self, I'm tryna give the girl the world she know it's under my belt
I put that heater to his eater, knock the book off ha shelf
You think I'm Cappin get to blastin, send dem bitches to hell
See in this world who can you trust, because you die by yourself
I'm tryna roll me up a gram, it's kinda easin my health
I put my trust inside my brothers know they never would tell
I send a prayer to the sky to fix the pain that I felt



Credits
Writer(s): Nashon Smith
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