Conversations

It ain't too much I can tell a nigga
Especially if he got his mind made
Too insecure to make an honest living
Plus all his niggas told him crime pays
Some conversations I don't feel like having
I bite my tongue say a prayer for em
This shit ain't nothing this shit a lay up for em
When you the one who got the voice you gotta say it for em

I'm gassed up on glory road and I don't stop to take no pisses
A hundred songs in and ain't not one of them bitches disses
A couple shots of Casa it had all them bitches kissing
I watched broski hit the store and then get all them bitches missing
I watched a nigga do some fu shit and get glorified
They brought em in for questioning that boy was horrified
If you ain't gangsta nigga have a seat
All I gotta do is rap I guess I got it sweet
Hunit Mobb representer all we got is we
Dick her down thirty minus make her gotta pee
White ones from Supreme with the Prada tee
She said when I'm finna see her I said I gotta see
Big Sinatra name ringing in a lot of streets
I heard that niggas trynna reach me but I'm out of reach
Ain't got no time for it, not today
Niggas gone do what they do anyway

It ain't too much I can tell a nigga
Especially if he got his mind made
Too insecure to make an honest living
Plus all his niggas told him crime pays
Some conversations I don't feel like having
I bite my tongue say a prayer for em
This shit ain't nothing this shit a lay up for em
When you the one who got the voice you gotta say it for em



Credits
Writer(s): Devontae Washington
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