Emotions
Love to my bro's that couldn't make it
I'm a make it for you
They can gentrify my hood but they can't change the soil
Raised up in the 90s seen cocaine get boiled
My next-door neighbors putting flame to the foil
Just cleared a quarter million RAPPIN in like 4 months
Them Suckas talking like they shooters they ain't score once
He got his stimulus and spent that shit on all runtz
Your homies freeze up under pressure cuz they all chumps
Double up my dollars must acknowledge I'm at eight series swerver
The 40 turned him to a vegetable that's basically murder
We both rap but they resent the fact I'm taking it further
And that same bitch they dream about well I just made her a squirter
Connected with burner
An we about about to bring a cookies to the city
Prior to it slabs of Coke that looked like cookies in the city
Had to read the signs because they was trying to book me in the city
These people feel me like brail can't overlook me in the city
I feel like young Basquiat with bars an what I'm smoking is purple
Smokers club in 0'16 I used to open for Herbo
I just out left Medellin met Pablos brother Roberto
Caght My Homie playing both sides I ain't surprised but it hurt though
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We aint walking in that club if we can't go in with this stick
I put this ice all on my chain this shit is frozen on my wrist
An She a just savage like me can't show emotions with this bitch
Owwwww
Dirty game i'm feeling lost but I really won
It's hard to win because I lost who I really love
We're trying to mask the pain
All I know is blast and bang
I can't even crack a smile I don't even laugh the same
And now that cash came
Remember we was bagging cane
Murder one on opps
All he saw was flash an flames
Want to know how I got millions and still act the same
Ain't have no business in the raq man I went back to gain
Same nigga still at heart but I'm just stacked in chains
You can't leave it in the car because if you lack you Slain
So all the real niggas tryna stay afloat
Don't know how because we rose from the city of no hope
Every Sunday when they want to show you pity I don't go
Got my auntie in the church but my big cousin selling dope
Enemies idol me and then envy me
You come near me triggers squeeze
I don't give out sympathy I'm giving Smoke
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We aint walking in that club if we can't go in with this stick
I put this ice all on my chain this shit is frozen on my wrist
And she a just savage like me can't show emotions with this bitch
Owwwww
I'm a make it for you
They can gentrify my hood but they can't change the soil
Raised up in the 90s seen cocaine get boiled
My next-door neighbors putting flame to the foil
Just cleared a quarter million RAPPIN in like 4 months
Them Suckas talking like they shooters they ain't score once
He got his stimulus and spent that shit on all runtz
Your homies freeze up under pressure cuz they all chumps
Double up my dollars must acknowledge I'm at eight series swerver
The 40 turned him to a vegetable that's basically murder
We both rap but they resent the fact I'm taking it further
And that same bitch they dream about well I just made her a squirter
Connected with burner
An we about about to bring a cookies to the city
Prior to it slabs of Coke that looked like cookies in the city
Had to read the signs because they was trying to book me in the city
These people feel me like brail can't overlook me in the city
I feel like young Basquiat with bars an what I'm smoking is purple
Smokers club in 0'16 I used to open for Herbo
I just out left Medellin met Pablos brother Roberto
Caght My Homie playing both sides I ain't surprised but it hurt though
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We aint walking in that club if we can't go in with this stick
I put this ice all on my chain this shit is frozen on my wrist
An She a just savage like me can't show emotions with this bitch
Owwwww
Dirty game i'm feeling lost but I really won
It's hard to win because I lost who I really love
We're trying to mask the pain
All I know is blast and bang
I can't even crack a smile I don't even laugh the same
And now that cash came
Remember we was bagging cane
Murder one on opps
All he saw was flash an flames
Want to know how I got millions and still act the same
Ain't have no business in the raq man I went back to gain
Same nigga still at heart but I'm just stacked in chains
You can't leave it in the car because if you lack you Slain
So all the real niggas tryna stay afloat
Don't know how because we rose from the city of no hope
Every Sunday when they want to show you pity I don't go
Got my auntie in the church but my big cousin selling dope
Enemies idol me and then envy me
You come near me triggers squeeze
I don't give out sympathy I'm giving Smoke
I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick
We aint walking in that club if we can't go in with this stick
I put this ice all on my chain this shit is frozen on my wrist
And she a just savage like me can't show emotions with this bitch
Owwwww
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Wright, Myles Lockwood, Rei Gjeci
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