Syr

Dreaming of riches
Applying the pressure can't fw these bitches
Tired of the pain time to burn all my bridges
Came from the bottom my soul in the trenches
Stand on my own and that's been my tradition
I'm my own boss never needed permission
Circle real small I can't fw no snitches
TF are some friends when they want your position?
Eating my food but won't clean off the dishes
Striving for better through any condition
Yeah I tote sticks but my fist ammunition
But watch what you say cuz my dawgs on a mission
Choppa go BOOM! bitch my glock a magician
Dodging these ops FUCC! I blew my transmission
Nighas too weird bitch yall raise my suspicion
Who side you on?
Can you make a decision?
These nighas be trippin
On God.



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Writer(s): Demond Stewart
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