Introduction Pt, 2
Uh
I just copped so this beat so you know Ima fuck it up
When I drop this tape Ima run all the numbers up
I lost my old mans I'm jamming for life
I've been testing my luck I been wit' dice
I stole his whore he wan' take his damn life
When it comes to my day ones I'm not playing nice
Took this bitch to the crib and she still fucked me over
Found out the news, poured the deuce in my soda
Cheefin' that Za, I couldn't stay sober
Bitch I got back on man time and shrugged that shit over
You say you my mans, but you don't support me
That's that fake love bruh, that shit is so phony
You say you my girl but you not really for me
You say that's your bro but he's really an informant
Yeah
Name dropping to people, the fuck are you doing
Tryna stack up my funds, then slide in a foreign
We sent shots at his shit, that bitch sound like a storm
Back in the day put my mask on they thought I was joking
I was really hitting my moves I wasn't going with the motion
Me and bro sitting down drinking on potion
Tryna get lit to avoid the commotion
Man I know wassup
These people are janky they will not lift you up
They'll mess with your bitch if they think you had enough
You say that that's Runtz but I know that's it's huff
Not cuffing nobody, I deal with enough
Bitch I was dead broke I couldn't even get lunch
I was starving for days tryna build my bread up
Yeah
Told that bitch stop geeking, I'm not messing wit' her
I'm not a quitter lil bitch, I'm a winner
I broke her lil back and then went to her sister
I don't fuck wit' the Perc's 'cause they bad for my system
Fuck 12 bitch fuck the system
Caught him down bad and I know they going to miss him
I got a weapon 'cause they're tryna blitz me
Slide on his boy and the rest is just history
You're just a fan I don't know why you're mad
No one on ones, you'll get put on your ass
You try to backdoor, bro going to let that thang blast
How am I cool wit' everybody, but they not cool wit' me
But shit ion care, Ima still do me
Ima buss me a Jugg and then light up some tree
Ima make sure bro good 'cause I remember that was me
I ain't have shit, I had to sleep on the floor
I remained humble, even though I wanted more
They all laughed at me, when I walked in the door
Plug fronted me two, so I flipped it to four
I just copped so this beat so you know Ima fuck it up
When I drop this tape Ima run all the numbers up
I lost my old mans I'm jamming for life
I've been testing my luck I been wit' dice
I stole his whore he wan' take his damn life
When it comes to my day ones I'm not playing nice
Took this bitch to the crib and she still fucked me over
Found out the news, poured the deuce in my soda
Cheefin' that Za, I couldn't stay sober
Bitch I got back on man time and shrugged that shit over
You say you my mans, but you don't support me
That's that fake love bruh, that shit is so phony
You say you my girl but you not really for me
You say that's your bro but he's really an informant
Yeah
Name dropping to people, the fuck are you doing
Tryna stack up my funds, then slide in a foreign
We sent shots at his shit, that bitch sound like a storm
Back in the day put my mask on they thought I was joking
I was really hitting my moves I wasn't going with the motion
Me and bro sitting down drinking on potion
Tryna get lit to avoid the commotion
Man I know wassup
These people are janky they will not lift you up
They'll mess with your bitch if they think you had enough
You say that that's Runtz but I know that's it's huff
Not cuffing nobody, I deal with enough
Bitch I was dead broke I couldn't even get lunch
I was starving for days tryna build my bread up
Yeah
Told that bitch stop geeking, I'm not messing wit' her
I'm not a quitter lil bitch, I'm a winner
I broke her lil back and then went to her sister
I don't fuck wit' the Perc's 'cause they bad for my system
Fuck 12 bitch fuck the system
Caught him down bad and I know they going to miss him
I got a weapon 'cause they're tryna blitz me
Slide on his boy and the rest is just history
You're just a fan I don't know why you're mad
No one on ones, you'll get put on your ass
You try to backdoor, bro going to let that thang blast
How am I cool wit' everybody, but they not cool wit' me
But shit ion care, Ima still do me
Ima buss me a Jugg and then light up some tree
Ima make sure bro good 'cause I remember that was me
I ain't have shit, I had to sleep on the floor
I remained humble, even though I wanted more
They all laughed at me, when I walked in the door
Plug fronted me two, so I flipped it to four
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Lettorale
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