Lil Jube

Thumbing through that pape, I ain't fucking up my count
You want to be like us, that broke shit won't be aloud
Can't take my niggas nowhere, they throw money in the crowd
Her momma don't like me, I tote choppas and I'm wild
I can't change, this who the fuck I really am
Yo nigga lame, why would I want to be him
Was a top tier bitch, then you turned to Lil Kim
Walk 'em down like Boogaloo, my niggas shoot above the rim
Should make this shit, all this shit I invested in
I took my L's, I knew better than to fake a win
You want that life, all the risks you got to take 'em then
Momma I'm grinding, if they get me, know I'm facing 10
You don't mind if I fuck you off this Percocet
Codeine in my pores, I got purple sweat
My nigga think he rod wave, he tryna crash the vet
My nigga JB good for 30, finna place a bet
Never gone see no diamonds, fucking round with Lil Man
No hesitation, Dev shooting with the lil hand
Burberry scarf, wrapped around, designer Taliban
Ignore the dicksucking, just pop another rubber band
Use to hate me, now she pulling on my zipper
Type if money, walk inside the crib and turn her to a stripper
I'm Loc Dog with this bitch, why you kiss her
Introduce her to my brother, let him fuck all on yo sister
The next run, we rich forever, we ain't faking shit
How you look up to the broke, it ain't making sense
The dogs out like sandlot, better not jump the fence
You want some money, send yo social and yo government
This shit turned me to a different breed
Can't die with it on me, so I'm spending and making cheese
Down by 2, I'm still taking 3's, switch to sport, now I fitted up my cap, in a major league
Young nigga, more game than your old dude
If ain't no H in that shit, then that's the wrong Rhude
If it can't feed the whole team, then I don't want food
If you ain't know, now you know me, bitch its Lil Jube



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Writer(s): Javion Owen
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