Initiation
Well Fuck them niggas I know they wanna see me fall
Wanna see me risk it all
They love to see me take a loss
Talking 'bout you paying what it cost
But you ain't trying be a boss
You ain't even correcting all your flaws
Take heed I'm giving law
I know all these bitches watching me just like I'm Sony
Know I'm the one and only
She trying get up on me
Niggas dying left and right
They souls is getting stolen
Don't make me leave you left tonight
Decaying by your lonely
My father had me wearing jail shoes
I ended up in jail too
You ain't think I see a cell too?
Or Fighting for a bail review?
I couldn't even tell you
I couldn't even mail you
Vlone this ain't smell proof
And Gangsta you ain't shell proof
Never fold and never bend
I come from dirt I'm born to sin
My mother looked me in my eyes
She tell me I was born to win
My heart in two its torn again
Brodie dropped a four again
Spin the opps we scoring again
You better hold your water in
Cause I can't give these niggas trust
These niggas be giving up
And I won't give my niggas up
They could give me 50 plus
Hot niggas be bitching up
Crying then they snitching up
You born a rat
You die a rat
Nigga ain't no switching up
My cousin killed his Co-D
Cause niggas turn to police
Pouring up his codeine
He ain't been getting no sleep
You can't let it make you fold
I know it kill you slowly
I know you watched him grow
Now you gotta watch his soul leave
Wanna see me risk it all
They love to see me take a loss
Talking 'bout you paying what it cost
But you ain't trying be a boss
You ain't even correcting all your flaws
Take heed I'm giving law
I know all these bitches watching me just like I'm Sony
Know I'm the one and only
She trying get up on me
Niggas dying left and right
They souls is getting stolen
Don't make me leave you left tonight
Decaying by your lonely
My father had me wearing jail shoes
I ended up in jail too
You ain't think I see a cell too?
Or Fighting for a bail review?
I couldn't even tell you
I couldn't even mail you
Vlone this ain't smell proof
And Gangsta you ain't shell proof
Never fold and never bend
I come from dirt I'm born to sin
My mother looked me in my eyes
She tell me I was born to win
My heart in two its torn again
Brodie dropped a four again
Spin the opps we scoring again
You better hold your water in
Cause I can't give these niggas trust
These niggas be giving up
And I won't give my niggas up
They could give me 50 plus
Hot niggas be bitching up
Crying then they snitching up
You born a rat
You die a rat
Nigga ain't no switching up
My cousin killed his Co-D
Cause niggas turn to police
Pouring up his codeine
He ain't been getting no sleep
You can't let it make you fold
I know it kill you slowly
I know you watched him grow
Now you gotta watch his soul leave
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Squalls
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