How Many

(How many of them made it)
Young dogs you can call boss
(How many of them made it)

Stood tall never gone fold
(How many of them made it)

Nigga that stood ten toes
(How many of them made it)
Heyyy

A Nigga that's really gonna ride for you
(How many of them made it)
A nigga gonna answer that call he gone slide for you
(How many of them made it)
A nigga thats gonna promise you and pull thru
(How many of them made it)
A nigga thats consistently checking in on you

Like me
Like me
Tell me how many
How many
How many
How many
HOWWW

I Can tell you none, because there's no nigga thats like me
Tell me how many
How many
How many
How many
HOWWW

Except for the niggas that's in my crew nightly
Tell me how many
Tell me how many
Tell me how many
HOWWW

AND THATS FEW their
ZAY, GATTI, CHISE, AND LIL DICE
That's my crew

See I don't take open brews
Or take shots with the many few

Don't get it misconstrued I like to party
Just not with you

I'm part of a very select few
A small chosen few

That just do what they do
It's no business not to you
Nor you

Violence towards my crew
Ends barely badly for you

S/o to them guys lockdown
DELTA 1, 3, 5
Even in the inside
He still serving chickens and pies
3 Hots and cots still living like he in high rise
Take care of his momma bought her ass a new ride
J-pay on Max he doing alright
Still calling shots even from the inside
Can't wait till he free so he can bang his side

(THIS ONE FOR ALL MY NIGGAS ON THE INSIDE)



Credits
Writer(s): Tylon Taylor
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