DEATH NOTE

These niggas ain't real these niggas is fake
If they talkin' down put them in they place
Got 21 questions each one with their name
Not doing this shit for the fame
I'm doing this shit through the pain
Don't hate the player hate the game
Yeah I'm making a name
Yeah I'm making it rain
I was striking thru the pain
Look

Make it hot in the middle of winter
Pray to god cuz I feel like a sinner
This year I'm alone and I feel like a winner
What happened man you was my nigga
You switched up from hunnid to a nickel
They said pick sides you was in the middle
They talkin' and talking I'm solving the riddle
Hold on, Look

I ain't a fool niggas trippin
I ain't a fool niggas trippin
Hold on

If i wanted i could run it right back
Hunnids fifties only loaded in bags
Ion complain I just follow the plan
Treating me young but now I be the man

If I want it I could run it right back
Hunnids and 50's only loaded in bags
Ion complain I just follow the plan
Treated me young but now I be the man
Treated me young but now I be the man
I be the man I be the man

Five am deep in the six
Shoot all my shots I don't miss
Money do magic got tricks
You got some issues to fix
Said what I said and it hit
You gon for good if you think you ain't trip
Ion even gotta bring out no clip

Ion even gotta load
Ion even gotta hold
I ain't ever sell my soul
Temperature dropping I be feeling cold
In the six I be the gem I'm the gold

Pray to the lord that he show me the way
These ain't my guys swear they ain't the same
Show urself if u got sum to say
Man these niggas don't talk face to face

Make it hot in the middle of winter
Pray to god cuz I feel like a sinner
This year I'm alone and I feel like a winner
What happened man you was my nigga
You switched up from hunnid to a nickel
They said pick sides you was in the middle
They talking and talking I'm solving the riddle
Hold on, look, look



Credits
Writer(s): Mo Mds
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