LoLo’s Creed

Lost my brother and my mama she cried.
When they ride they gone slide to that code they abide.
Don p wit a straw sipping thoughts of my guy.
Young nigga he gone ball in the sky.!
I remember in the winter of December in 08, no 09.
You told me "buddah bum we all got a time."
I see you smiling cause they wilding niggas childish.
Really thought they was bout it.
But they the ones who really out here without it
Hold yo head, get that bread.
Spare that lead for them plotters and oppas.
Passing the weed while he was holding the choppa.
You in this for life!
Love your brothers cause these bitches be trife.
If ain't about the money gone and give em 3 strikes.
Some shit I can't write.

That shit can't type.
I just got get it off on the sight.
Shit if they coming then they coming.
Shit they better come right.
I'm in my city wit a semi sliding low at the light.
No I won't go tonight.
Started broke we dying rich you'll mark my words.
Flip a script then turn a half into a quarter bird.
Take em back too bubble jacks and scratching off the curb.
I just want my money nigga, watch your fucking nerve.
No pressure, no pain no gain.
They was jumping off they porch while I was swerving my lane.
Stay committed he gone get it serving Candy the cane.
Pitching raw too cop a crib and a range.
Purple rain, man it's eleven I'm in heaven.
Bum done poured up a seven.

We was going up the road the one that's told by the reverend.
Gods rejection is protection so just change yo direction.
Got me prevailing while they pray that I'm failing.
No I ain't bailing nigga.
Throw triggas, my niggas hittas no fucking wit us.
Fuck that money them bitches niggas should never split us.
Jealous niggas propel a nigga together nigga.
Forever young so they could never kill us.
Won't bring harm too my body nigga neither my soul.
Got my mufuckin bros on my mind on the road.
God damn what the fuck. It's a dirty ass game
Juan James fuck a rich bitch money for them thangs.
Click clack it, fuck the lip smacking.
Swagga jackin they lacking.
Hoe niggas acting.
Those who run with me active.

Burn ya baby then they claim it's tragic.
Slayings he average wit automatics
Straight hacking trying too get em a package.
Them boys be baiting so it's fuck em.
Hating so nigga fuck em.
Hit a nigga in the organ cause they scared of the muscle.
They ain't want it with the tussle ain't no rules in a scuffle.
Hit the nigga in his muzzle.
Bout too lose so he busted em. Damn.!!
Blam blam on cam fam the gram damn.
When you popping they wit you but in a jam scram.
Look my ass in the mirror sure what I damn am.
Get ya money fuck them damn hams.