Olivia
I hate when they tell me I changed
Would you lie and say that you the same
If I'm honest I'm stuck in my ways
You run up get done up get put in the grave
Pour a 4 that's the mud in the Fanta
If I'm honest I'm missing my grandpa
Every shot Imma throw Imma land 'em
One shot two shots had 'em throwing a tantrum
And this shit really fuck with my mental
For every block I done bent through
Kept my head up I ain't never was gentle
I'm not that rapper that you could get next to
Bitch Imma spider my heart made of medal
Had to get it no I couldn't settle
Foot on the gas ain't no brakes on this pedal
What the fuck I look like on they level
I remember I wanted the Rollie
Then I went and put hands on that AP
Then I went and laid eyes on a Richard Millie
Like damn bro I had to be crazy
I remember they ain't call me a lot
Now they hit my shit up on the daily
I remember they ain't call me a lot
Want to talk then it's fuck you pay me
And that's why I don't answer the phone
'Cause most of the time it's a tragedy
Just like when I heard about Olivia
My heart still go out to her family
And even my lil' brother mad at me
I can't go out with my family
Oh I heard that these opps tryna line me
Catch that boy then we doing him slimy
Saw that boy in the city got grimy
I can't wait 'till I catch me another
And no I ain't hiding come find me
But I don't want this shit for my brother
Yeah I'm gangsta but I want it better
I wanna be good for my mother
Only us it's just me and the gang
Wanna see us do good for each other
Chrome hearted my pants is Amiri
Spent a band just to feel on the denim
One shot two shots three shots go get 'em
Twins chops big chops gon' wet 'em
Call up DB the demon won't let up
For him take a risk then another one
I treat you like you was my mother son
JD he go ku for the gang that's another one
Hold on wait that's the top opp ooter
New glock and he aim for medullas
Grata grata boom how he boom ya
If brodie don't got it I'll do ya
Grata grata boom how he shoot ya
New glock and he aim for medullas
Grata grata boom how it boom ya
That's the bro that's the top opp ooter, gang
Would you lie and say that you the same
If I'm honest I'm stuck in my ways
You run up get done up get put in the grave
Pour a 4 that's the mud in the Fanta
If I'm honest I'm missing my grandpa
Every shot Imma throw Imma land 'em
One shot two shots had 'em throwing a tantrum
And this shit really fuck with my mental
For every block I done bent through
Kept my head up I ain't never was gentle
I'm not that rapper that you could get next to
Bitch Imma spider my heart made of medal
Had to get it no I couldn't settle
Foot on the gas ain't no brakes on this pedal
What the fuck I look like on they level
I remember I wanted the Rollie
Then I went and put hands on that AP
Then I went and laid eyes on a Richard Millie
Like damn bro I had to be crazy
I remember they ain't call me a lot
Now they hit my shit up on the daily
I remember they ain't call me a lot
Want to talk then it's fuck you pay me
And that's why I don't answer the phone
'Cause most of the time it's a tragedy
Just like when I heard about Olivia
My heart still go out to her family
And even my lil' brother mad at me
I can't go out with my family
Oh I heard that these opps tryna line me
Catch that boy then we doing him slimy
Saw that boy in the city got grimy
I can't wait 'till I catch me another
And no I ain't hiding come find me
But I don't want this shit for my brother
Yeah I'm gangsta but I want it better
I wanna be good for my mother
Only us it's just me and the gang
Wanna see us do good for each other
Chrome hearted my pants is Amiri
Spent a band just to feel on the denim
One shot two shots three shots go get 'em
Twins chops big chops gon' wet 'em
Call up DB the demon won't let up
For him take a risk then another one
I treat you like you was my mother son
JD he go ku for the gang that's another one
Hold on wait that's the top opp ooter
New glock and he aim for medullas
Grata grata boom how he boom ya
If brodie don't got it I'll do ya
Grata grata boom how he shoot ya
New glock and he aim for medullas
Grata grata boom how it boom ya
That's the bro that's the top opp ooter, gang
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Writer(s): Ameen Abdel Rahim
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