N.L.M.B
Smoking good gelato
Real Rx
Yeah
Smoking blunts back to back
Cooling, tryna relax
I might fuck around and black
I left the kid, she called me back
I've been stressed out on the daily
Back to back, won't let it faze me
Up this Glock then I'ma wave it
Leave a nigga on the pavement
I keep hearing an old lady screaming
A bullet done hit a baby
Another bullet done barely grazed her
Fuck around, nigga, and you'll never make it
I'm in the SRT, I'm racing
Thinking 'bout my cousin babies
I done sipped so much damn drank
This like my third cup, can't even taste it
They told me I'm crazy and told me I'm mad
My mama said I'ma go out like my dad
I walk in the house, knapsack full of crack
Pistol on my waist and I got my mask
My mama said, "Baby, just slow it down"
I catch a opp, I'm blowing 'em down
My sister said, "Boy, why you living like that?"
Caught a opp, they like, "Why you did 'em like that?"
All I see is dead bodies
I grew up 'round dead bodies
Half the city wanna rob me
Won't happen over my dead body
One day I'm gon' die probably
'Til then got my stick beside me
My lil' sister said, "Why you always bugging?"
She innocent, she don't really know nothing
It's a bunch of fucked up shit in my brain
No matter I try, I ain't thinking normal
I up the glick and put it on you
You look confused but I tried to warn you
I'll fuck around, rob my mom's dad
I'll fuck around, rob my mom's mom
That's just the bullshit that I be on
I know they gon' smile when I'm dead and gone
If you don't like Papi, eat a dick
On my tombstone, tell 'em suck dick
They ain't fuck with me since a jit
They wan' fuck with me once I'm lit
I'ma put on and go hard for cuz
I done forget 'bout all we done
I get in my feelings and abuse the drugs
Yeah, you know, brodie, but you don't know enough
A gun in your hand don't make you tough
You could shoot, that don't mean you're a killer
I seen my brother split a quarter in half
That's the meaning of a real nigga
It's never no one man above the crew
You never judge a book by its cover
It been N.L.M.B. before G Herbo, I never left my brother
I walk in this bitch like Lil Chris
Came in on ten, I'm leaving on ten
If I could rewind time and do it all again
Wouldn't change shit, I'd do it the same as him
Real Rx
Yeah
Smoking blunts back to back
Cooling, tryna relax
I might fuck around and black
I left the kid, she called me back
I've been stressed out on the daily
Back to back, won't let it faze me
Up this Glock then I'ma wave it
Leave a nigga on the pavement
I keep hearing an old lady screaming
A bullet done hit a baby
Another bullet done barely grazed her
Fuck around, nigga, and you'll never make it
I'm in the SRT, I'm racing
Thinking 'bout my cousin babies
I done sipped so much damn drank
This like my third cup, can't even taste it
They told me I'm crazy and told me I'm mad
My mama said I'ma go out like my dad
I walk in the house, knapsack full of crack
Pistol on my waist and I got my mask
My mama said, "Baby, just slow it down"
I catch a opp, I'm blowing 'em down
My sister said, "Boy, why you living like that?"
Caught a opp, they like, "Why you did 'em like that?"
All I see is dead bodies
I grew up 'round dead bodies
Half the city wanna rob me
Won't happen over my dead body
One day I'm gon' die probably
'Til then got my stick beside me
My lil' sister said, "Why you always bugging?"
She innocent, she don't really know nothing
It's a bunch of fucked up shit in my brain
No matter I try, I ain't thinking normal
I up the glick and put it on you
You look confused but I tried to warn you
I'll fuck around, rob my mom's dad
I'll fuck around, rob my mom's mom
That's just the bullshit that I be on
I know they gon' smile when I'm dead and gone
If you don't like Papi, eat a dick
On my tombstone, tell 'em suck dick
They ain't fuck with me since a jit
They wan' fuck with me once I'm lit
I'ma put on and go hard for cuz
I done forget 'bout all we done
I get in my feelings and abuse the drugs
Yeah, you know, brodie, but you don't know enough
A gun in your hand don't make you tough
You could shoot, that don't mean you're a killer
I seen my brother split a quarter in half
That's the meaning of a real nigga
It's never no one man above the crew
You never judge a book by its cover
It been N.L.M.B. before G Herbo, I never left my brother
I walk in this bitch like Lil Chris
Came in on ten, I'm leaving on ten
If I could rewind time and do it all again
Wouldn't change shit, I'd do it the same as him
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Writer(s): Carl-mikael Berlander, Chester Roscoe
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