Quarantine
Feel
Like a motherless
Child
Long way from home
Non
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And u hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
I often wonder can my pen and pad
Give me what I never had
Last come first
First come last
Countless days I been in the back
Thats no cap
Thats why I placed my soul into rap
Lord knows what'll happen before that
I'd prolly rock a toe tag
But before that
I'll let my 3 8 0 blast
Or 357 mag
Whatever I had
To get the opps up off my ass
And plus I keep a bad bitch
Wit a bag
Full of extendo mags
Ready to tag
A target regardless
With a clean step back like harden
Plenty ask why im heartless
Cause yall decided to fly
When I barely departed
Have him missing on a milk carton
Make em bargain
For his like
Since kindergarten
I seen my fam earn stripes
If I tell what I saw
I'd be given life
More than twice
25 + 25
Thats half a hunny bun
If u see me without a knife or gun
You better smoke me for yo loved ones
Cause when its said and done
You'll know I spun
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And you hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
Fuck with the gang his soul lift
This 4 fifth so explosive
Facebook how its pokin
Knock the hair off yo scalp
Its a murder scene
I white chalked him out
In front his moma house
For running his mouth
Pallets on the floor
We rotated to use the couch
My niggas in route
In yo town
Crouched
Ready to shoot without a doubt
Better moo like a cow
Cause after this bow
Everybody allowed
To visit the clouds
No apple
Metal round pop like snapple
Or its two arms like a tackle
Fuckn wit me
Like living upstream
Without a paddle
You the type to tell
Meanwhile Ill never tattle
Told coach
Put me in the battle
Watch I ball like travel
Remember they told me kick gravel
Now they dead at the front of the chapel
For giving me a hassle
Bitch
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And you hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
Non
Bitch
Like a motherless
Child
Long way from home
Non
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And u hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
I often wonder can my pen and pad
Give me what I never had
Last come first
First come last
Countless days I been in the back
Thats no cap
Thats why I placed my soul into rap
Lord knows what'll happen before that
I'd prolly rock a toe tag
But before that
I'll let my 3 8 0 blast
Or 357 mag
Whatever I had
To get the opps up off my ass
And plus I keep a bad bitch
Wit a bag
Full of extendo mags
Ready to tag
A target regardless
With a clean step back like harden
Plenty ask why im heartless
Cause yall decided to fly
When I barely departed
Have him missing on a milk carton
Make em bargain
For his like
Since kindergarten
I seen my fam earn stripes
If I tell what I saw
I'd be given life
More than twice
25 + 25
Thats half a hunny bun
If u see me without a knife or gun
You better smoke me for yo loved ones
Cause when its said and done
You'll know I spun
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And you hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
Fuck with the gang his soul lift
This 4 fifth so explosive
Facebook how its pokin
Knock the hair off yo scalp
Its a murder scene
I white chalked him out
In front his moma house
For running his mouth
Pallets on the floor
We rotated to use the couch
My niggas in route
In yo town
Crouched
Ready to shoot without a doubt
Better moo like a cow
Cause after this bow
Everybody allowed
To visit the clouds
No apple
Metal round pop like snapple
Or its two arms like a tackle
Fuckn wit me
Like living upstream
Without a paddle
You the type to tell
Meanwhile Ill never tattle
Told coach
Put me in the battle
Watch I ball like travel
Remember they told me kick gravel
Now they dead at the front of the chapel
For giving me a hassle
Bitch
Bars sick
Down bad on my dick
I quarantined in a whip
During the pandemic
The struggle no fun
Wit insufficient funds
And you hungry as shit
I got yo back dawg
Ain't talkn vick
Non
Bitch
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Writer(s): Ishaun Riddick
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