Nathan

I'm just tryna get higher, above all these niggas I'm just tryna dress flyer
Cut some snakes off now they bitter apple cider
I thought you had the deals now you tryna tax the buyer
That ain't yo mans, niggas stole ya lighter
That was the last straw he uppin blicks no he ain't fighting
I drive the cat cause I know I can buy it
I got the cat and I ain't even like it
Im bouta nail you niggas, flat tire
Remember back in the day I was fuckin on Setiya
But nowadays I don't know that bitch like that
In high school takin niggas bitches pass em right back
Uh, and any nigga can get touched like that
Fuck what you heard, if it's up then it's stuck like that
I bless niggas at that, ain't expect you to stab my back
Put this shit on my back, ten toes I stand on my tracks
Standin ovation, all you niggas basic
Imma sneak my pole up in the club ain't no debating
Where Im from they blame it all on Daley
I ain't lazy, you know the price nigga fuck you pay me

Can that nigga give you something? Naw
Man that nigga give you Nathan
Can that nigga give you something? Naw
Man that nigga give you Nathan

My cousin got the block hot, bacon
I know Imma get that bread with that dice game shakin
I ain't never met a ride or die like Jaya
No they don't wanna understand a nigga like the mayor
I feel like I just scored a lay up
Niggas know I'm three up know they gotta get they weight up
Fenty Fentanyl got these pills all laced up
Hit him on his own block that nigga tried to play us
Why that nigga try to play us?
Niggas know they did me wrong, That's why I'm tryna say less
In the winter they laid me off, I was workin for pest
Imma stand over that nigga, and feed his ass nine clips
Ain't no reloading the blick Imma stand on my shit Ain't no reloading the blick Imma stand on my shit
Imma stand on that shit, Imma bussdown my wrist
Ain't no reloading the blick Imma stand on my shit



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Writer(s): Cyril Graham
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