Every Line
Tennis chains 'round my neck, I ain't a slave or Serena
I ain't thinking' 'bout getting married, like my name was Jesus
If a nigga sweet, then Imma bag 'em like a receiver
And my vision golden, just like a nigga was a retriever
But I lost some of my dogs to that fake shit and that hate shit
I ain't sand, but I peep that shit and you'll be gone quick
Niggas 'round me from 4 season and they bang crip
Prolly bloods too, but them niggas ain't say it
Went from dead broke to dead presidents
Them niggas think I'm capped up, 'til I pull it down on 'em
Then they see I'm masked up, and runnin' down on 'em
I knew this world was fucked up when a lil bitch told me
"You'd be the realest nigga I know, but boy you too real"
Kicked her out with the back of my foot, her heart I couldn't heal
Like Burberry I'm eating cold fruit
Don't gotta tell me everything, just keep me in the loop
In my city niggas don't hesitate to shoot
So he want smoke them we gon' blow and move 'em backwards, yea
Don't need no t-shirt, put my dead ones in my jewelry
Do what you want around me, I don't judge like I was Judy
Do all them niggas on the court like I was jury
I'm a solid nigga, but my flow so fluid
Thinking, "should I rap?", but I want a check so I'll just do it
I don't want no kiss bitch you know I ain't Cupid
Put your head on, girl you acting stupid
Like I'm rapping off the top, giving you niggas free style
Told her "you can leave it's up to you"
And she ain't hold me down
I know if I was to fall off then she gon' leave town
And if I take off like a spring then she'll be back around
I need a maybach like I got scoliosis in the summer time
Couldn't think of one for winter cause my heart too cold, yea
Til the day I die I'm goin' ball nigga
I ain't talking bout no mother fuckin' chemo
Live a thug life, cause my two pockets on Biggie
I'm a Snoop Dog but I don't smoke weed
Feel like it's my time like I was Richard Mille
Put up 37 shots just like Glizzy
Imma walk all on 'em if he want smoke with me, you call that ground beef
I ain't have no father, so you know I looked up to Keef
Everybody wanna be a boss, well nigga I'm the Chief
They think Joe a dike cause they know these niggas ain't fuckin' with me, yea
I ain't thinking' 'bout getting married, like my name was Jesus
If a nigga sweet, then Imma bag 'em like a receiver
And my vision golden, just like a nigga was a retriever
But I lost some of my dogs to that fake shit and that hate shit
I ain't sand, but I peep that shit and you'll be gone quick
Niggas 'round me from 4 season and they bang crip
Prolly bloods too, but them niggas ain't say it
Went from dead broke to dead presidents
Them niggas think I'm capped up, 'til I pull it down on 'em
Then they see I'm masked up, and runnin' down on 'em
I knew this world was fucked up when a lil bitch told me
"You'd be the realest nigga I know, but boy you too real"
Kicked her out with the back of my foot, her heart I couldn't heal
Like Burberry I'm eating cold fruit
Don't gotta tell me everything, just keep me in the loop
In my city niggas don't hesitate to shoot
So he want smoke them we gon' blow and move 'em backwards, yea
Don't need no t-shirt, put my dead ones in my jewelry
Do what you want around me, I don't judge like I was Judy
Do all them niggas on the court like I was jury
I'm a solid nigga, but my flow so fluid
Thinking, "should I rap?", but I want a check so I'll just do it
I don't want no kiss bitch you know I ain't Cupid
Put your head on, girl you acting stupid
Like I'm rapping off the top, giving you niggas free style
Told her "you can leave it's up to you"
And she ain't hold me down
I know if I was to fall off then she gon' leave town
And if I take off like a spring then she'll be back around
I need a maybach like I got scoliosis in the summer time
Couldn't think of one for winter cause my heart too cold, yea
Til the day I die I'm goin' ball nigga
I ain't talking bout no mother fuckin' chemo
Live a thug life, cause my two pockets on Biggie
I'm a Snoop Dog but I don't smoke weed
Feel like it's my time like I was Richard Mille
Put up 37 shots just like Glizzy
Imma walk all on 'em if he want smoke with me, you call that ground beef
I ain't have no father, so you know I looked up to Keef
Everybody wanna be a boss, well nigga I'm the Chief
They think Joe a dike cause they know these niggas ain't fuckin' with me, yea
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Aderoju
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