Personally
Get in the way of the money bro going up top
I'm addicted to drugs my granny what me to stop
Kinda guilty pay her every time I pour in a pop
But I sit and hear her lecture then it's back to the block
Looked over and bitches left when I was tryna get right
Now I'm shining what's in the dark always come to the light
Shit I feel like Michael Buffer when I talk in the mic
Where I'm from ain't got yo strap you got to roll with a knife
Fam ain't showing no live just wanna hang on the strip
How you surprised when my momma and my daddy a crip
Bro got shot and I got the drop was tryna empty the clip
My mans froze like a hoe toss me the keys to the whip
Cuz how I'm gone say it's love and i don't crash for 'em
Tryna rain on they block like a bad storm
I know that boy ain't a shooter got a bad form
AR beam on his left side like it's Ralph Lauren
Personally i don't fuck with these niggas
Claiming they in the hood but they ain't comfortably in it
Go against my word guess you wanna be finished
My momma proud of her son she know I'm standing on business
Conversations with money tryna talk to the dead
Nigga know that you with me that's why it's one in the head
If ain't nobody gone feed me you gone make sure I'm fed
Chasing you the reason why I leave these bitches on read
Yea
I can't sugar coat naw, this the real me
Brothers only shit you know that's how I still be
Bitch said she gone leave I got options tell her feel free
Don't stick yo nose back in when it's a mill each
No U-turns straight to the destination
Can't lie my first time my fucking heart was racing
So much chicken in the room Dev serving Cajun
Got the block shut down like Deandre Ayton
Shit if I ain't buy her nothings she ain't one of mines
Before I Prada you I gotta Dolce and Gabban
Snort the drip smell the bows and bond number 9
Niggas rat I hit that room and I ain't drop a dime
Personally i don't fuck with these niggas
Claiming they in the hood but they ain't comfortably in it
Go against my word guess you wanna be finished
My momma proud of her son she know I'm standing on business
I'm addicted to drugs my granny what me to stop
Kinda guilty pay her every time I pour in a pop
But I sit and hear her lecture then it's back to the block
Looked over and bitches left when I was tryna get right
Now I'm shining what's in the dark always come to the light
Shit I feel like Michael Buffer when I talk in the mic
Where I'm from ain't got yo strap you got to roll with a knife
Fam ain't showing no live just wanna hang on the strip
How you surprised when my momma and my daddy a crip
Bro got shot and I got the drop was tryna empty the clip
My mans froze like a hoe toss me the keys to the whip
Cuz how I'm gone say it's love and i don't crash for 'em
Tryna rain on they block like a bad storm
I know that boy ain't a shooter got a bad form
AR beam on his left side like it's Ralph Lauren
Personally i don't fuck with these niggas
Claiming they in the hood but they ain't comfortably in it
Go against my word guess you wanna be finished
My momma proud of her son she know I'm standing on business
Conversations with money tryna talk to the dead
Nigga know that you with me that's why it's one in the head
If ain't nobody gone feed me you gone make sure I'm fed
Chasing you the reason why I leave these bitches on read
Yea
I can't sugar coat naw, this the real me
Brothers only shit you know that's how I still be
Bitch said she gone leave I got options tell her feel free
Don't stick yo nose back in when it's a mill each
No U-turns straight to the destination
Can't lie my first time my fucking heart was racing
So much chicken in the room Dev serving Cajun
Got the block shut down like Deandre Ayton
Shit if I ain't buy her nothings she ain't one of mines
Before I Prada you I gotta Dolce and Gabban
Snort the drip smell the bows and bond number 9
Niggas rat I hit that room and I ain't drop a dime
Personally i don't fuck with these niggas
Claiming they in the hood but they ain't comfortably in it
Go against my word guess you wanna be finished
My momma proud of her son she know I'm standing on business
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Writer(s): Javion Owen
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