The Story Pt. 1
Hello
(You out here) hell, yeah
I'm on my way, send address
Early morning, gotta stay consistent, shootin' to them heads
Gotta stay low and humble and stack on your bread
This a lesson, nigga, better listen, soak it all in
Same shit I told my lil' nigga, and I did
Let me paint a picture on a block, just a lil' nigga
Big rolls, big Glocks, it's all good, nigga
Ain't nobody never heard shit about this lil' nigga
So you know his face carved all good with a-
One day the lil' nigga had a big pop
Blown his line down like he had some straight drop
The lil' nigga asked her phone, asked what he got
He said he got 700 for four blocks
Four blocks is a code name for a cutie
He didn't have it, so he spent it, then put up on Pootie
Pootie was a lil' nigga plugged with everything
He had weed, he had pills, he even had a lil' gang
Couple minutes later, Pop called and planned a gang
Talkin' 'bout he only wanted three, find out what the fuck, man
Now my lil' nigga road racin' and he runnin' red
Shootin' through the stop signs, tryna do a hand to hand
Whole time he ain't even know the Pop had a plan
Soon as he pulled up, he told the Pop to hop in
First mistake, tryna do a fuckin' hand to hand
Better listen and pay attention before you be in this gym
Rule number one, you never trust a opp or a pop
They can turn around and be a cop
Stankin' out the outside in a minivan, runnin' hot
So you better listen, pay attention, lil' nigga
(You out here) hell, yeah
I'm on my way, send address
Early morning, gotta stay consistent, shootin' to them heads
Gotta stay low and humble and stack on your bread
This a lesson, nigga, better listen, soak it all in
Same shit I told my lil' nigga, and I did
Let me paint a picture on a block, just a lil' nigga
Big rolls, big Glocks, it's all good, nigga
Ain't nobody never heard shit about this lil' nigga
So you know his face carved all good with a-
One day the lil' nigga had a big pop
Blown his line down like he had some straight drop
The lil' nigga asked her phone, asked what he got
He said he got 700 for four blocks
Four blocks is a code name for a cutie
He didn't have it, so he spent it, then put up on Pootie
Pootie was a lil' nigga plugged with everything
He had weed, he had pills, he even had a lil' gang
Couple minutes later, Pop called and planned a gang
Talkin' 'bout he only wanted three, find out what the fuck, man
Now my lil' nigga road racin' and he runnin' red
Shootin' through the stop signs, tryna do a hand to hand
Whole time he ain't even know the Pop had a plan
Soon as he pulled up, he told the Pop to hop in
First mistake, tryna do a fuckin' hand to hand
Better listen and pay attention before you be in this gym
Rule number one, you never trust a opp or a pop
They can turn around and be a cop
Stankin' out the outside in a minivan, runnin' hot
So you better listen, pay attention, lil' nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Dexter Vernon
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