Bang On

Ma niggas always on Trip
We gotta club
Chill outta ma best
Fucking ma bitches
Taking over the stand
Niggas envyin'ma rich lifestyle
I care for no bitch
Riding on ma maybeach
Got no Sympathy for no bitch
Ma niggas rolling
Spending on dollars
We ain't nothin', but city ballers
Ma music topin'the billboard
Other rappers getting amazed
Niggas ain't believe
I made it from scratch
Only reason had to move on chains
Fearing only ma God
Smoking up ma weed
Wanna hate me
Then hate on me
But I'm same street o g
Taking ma niggas outta hood
Fu*k gonna be your hate
Growing up means realizing a lot of your friends
Are really not your friends
Friends are like boobs
Some are big, some are small
Some real and fake
Niggas now ain't real
Gotta get them sealed
Till they get their true face revealed
Fuck be your motherfucking shit
Yuh yuh yeah

Blessed be the man, taking life risk
Your image now built on crisp
You gotta bang on
Hanging on calls
Going to milan having fun
All ma bad girls
Gotta take kiss
If she keep twerking her ass
And she like a rich starboy huh
Bangin' on her hips yuh

You know now am made made
Having fun all day day
Niggas blocking ma way way
Gotta get them laid laid
Trade my pride for no reason
Now am the biggest o g g
Niggas can't fuck ma way
I let love lead yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Eze Chijioke
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