Talk 2 Em
Let me get shit of my chest na I don't think I'm the best
I was taught to always stand out be nothing like the rest
Before you catch me with my hands out put the pistol to his neck
Tell him take me to the safe if he got more than 20 then he dead
Wild shit be going through my head wanna crash out when I think about FRED
I know niggas die everyday when mine did i wont prepared
I get high too ease the pain two gram woods to the head one shhh
Nah ain gone say it 3 more niggas i want dead
And ain stopping till dey laying till den we gone sell these grams
Got her forever she held me down i called collect from da county
Its a lot of folks who doubted me use to meet my feins on martin street
Now los telling me to charge for feats Andrew Wiggins what i charge for Ps
18 Get you a zip of sleep a dime get you a first degree
Ion see a nigga just murking me im blowing back my first extinct
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
Fuck it ima go crazy told em lock in now they ass got to pay me
When i touch a whole M swear the opps gone hate real street
Nigga pray this rap shit save
If not tell boot make the trap go crazy she say i only fuck with her cause the baby
Aint been tryna hear it lately i fucked off a few occasions just want you to know
I get it baby
I'm a fein for that girl I'm sick when i can hit it bae aint saying forget it bae
Niggas gone be niggas anyway if you disagree ill give you space i don't compete
Marathon no race take care of my team
And get this cake what Turk told me the other day
I'm six owed out my mind got bros bang billy in the A double 9 shine real gangsters
For the kid they will spank ya no lectures im good thank ya don't mind the struggle
That's what make you big bra tell me when i turn it up ya own niggas gone hate you
A couple gone ride the wave to Them bitches they gone praise you
Go broke for them then they shame you Young nigga but i know the game to
Always play lead the role shit Go to hell they gone blame you
Just bet not let a nigga stain you
I was taught to always stand out be nothing like the rest
Before you catch me with my hands out put the pistol to his neck
Tell him take me to the safe if he got more than 20 then he dead
Wild shit be going through my head wanna crash out when I think about FRED
I know niggas die everyday when mine did i wont prepared
I get high too ease the pain two gram woods to the head one shhh
Nah ain gone say it 3 more niggas i want dead
And ain stopping till dey laying till den we gone sell these grams
Got her forever she held me down i called collect from da county
Its a lot of folks who doubted me use to meet my feins on martin street
Now los telling me to charge for feats Andrew Wiggins what i charge for Ps
18 Get you a zip of sleep a dime get you a first degree
Ion see a nigga just murking me im blowing back my first extinct
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
I'm too smart to get rocked to sleep in my shell these niggas don't rock with me
Always check the mirrors Instagram the only way they could follow me
Fuck it ima go crazy told em lock in now they ass got to pay me
When i touch a whole M swear the opps gone hate real street
Nigga pray this rap shit save
If not tell boot make the trap go crazy she say i only fuck with her cause the baby
Aint been tryna hear it lately i fucked off a few occasions just want you to know
I get it baby
I'm a fein for that girl I'm sick when i can hit it bae aint saying forget it bae
Niggas gone be niggas anyway if you disagree ill give you space i don't compete
Marathon no race take care of my team
And get this cake what Turk told me the other day
I'm six owed out my mind got bros bang billy in the A double 9 shine real gangsters
For the kid they will spank ya no lectures im good thank ya don't mind the struggle
That's what make you big bra tell me when i turn it up ya own niggas gone hate you
A couple gone ride the wave to Them bitches they gone praise you
Go broke for them then they shame you Young nigga but i know the game to
Always play lead the role shit Go to hell they gone blame you
Just bet not let a nigga stain you
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Writer(s): Adones Vanderhall
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