No Hook3
Been gone a while but now I'm back
I'm still raw as a bitch
Done elevated on some shit
I'm Devine as it get
Cause lately I been in my bag unhitched with the stick
Chocolate bitch she right on side me ass plum as a bitch
Roll up a wood and hit 165 zip through the city
Been tryna run up me a bag
Manifest every digit
Ever talk down up on my name it's fuck u and yo siblings
All of that pulling on my dick gone get em touched wit semi's
All these fandango ass niggas they know that they cappers
I take that bag and I invest it I ain't your average rapper
All of that pulling on my dick gone make me step like kappa
I stomp the yard on a bitch and go talk to the pastor
Flipper bitch ain't want me them now the bitch wanna holler
She seen me bubble like a sprite now that bitch want a swallow
Bitch thought she was bad I did the dash on her silly ass
Remember way back when they used to laugh and cheat on my ass
Las Vegas strip remember I was trapping out that complex
Taxing shit weed coke to lean Access all that
Thuggin by my self you know the program
Bitch don't dap me up I ain't your bro you ain't my broham
Feeling like PAC bitch I refuse to be a convalescent
Feeling like NIP the way I'm off up in my fucking essence
Smith and western by my side bitch it's for protection
I ain't no gangster I ain't no thug but bitch you gunna respect
Real imitations that shit start off in your mind nigga
Procrastinating leads to failure I'm on my grind nigga
It's MOF this ain't no gang bitch this a way of life
Believing in Your Independence don't believe the hype
Look up to GOD I'm praying hard he gunna see me through
Open my 3rd eye I see straight through these niggas too
Ain't tryna hear it shit ain't linking with my purpose nigga
Tryna be prolific but might fuck around and bust a nigga
Shit fucked me up when CK died I almost lost my mind
Nigga you the reason that I'm out here on my fucking grind
RIP JIMMIE RIP MOOSE AND ALL MY FALLING SOLDIERS
Until a pussy nigga dead Kevi can't get no closure
Some say I'm pussy some say I'm fake we'll come and try me then
I come through spinning on your shit just like a ceiling fan
They tried that shit when I was young but tellem do it now
Gunna make me call up CUZZO P and up the body count
I'm still raw as a bitch
Done elevated on some shit
I'm Devine as it get
Cause lately I been in my bag unhitched with the stick
Chocolate bitch she right on side me ass plum as a bitch
Roll up a wood and hit 165 zip through the city
Been tryna run up me a bag
Manifest every digit
Ever talk down up on my name it's fuck u and yo siblings
All of that pulling on my dick gone get em touched wit semi's
All these fandango ass niggas they know that they cappers
I take that bag and I invest it I ain't your average rapper
All of that pulling on my dick gone make me step like kappa
I stomp the yard on a bitch and go talk to the pastor
Flipper bitch ain't want me them now the bitch wanna holler
She seen me bubble like a sprite now that bitch want a swallow
Bitch thought she was bad I did the dash on her silly ass
Remember way back when they used to laugh and cheat on my ass
Las Vegas strip remember I was trapping out that complex
Taxing shit weed coke to lean Access all that
Thuggin by my self you know the program
Bitch don't dap me up I ain't your bro you ain't my broham
Feeling like PAC bitch I refuse to be a convalescent
Feeling like NIP the way I'm off up in my fucking essence
Smith and western by my side bitch it's for protection
I ain't no gangster I ain't no thug but bitch you gunna respect
Real imitations that shit start off in your mind nigga
Procrastinating leads to failure I'm on my grind nigga
It's MOF this ain't no gang bitch this a way of life
Believing in Your Independence don't believe the hype
Look up to GOD I'm praying hard he gunna see me through
Open my 3rd eye I see straight through these niggas too
Ain't tryna hear it shit ain't linking with my purpose nigga
Tryna be prolific but might fuck around and bust a nigga
Shit fucked me up when CK died I almost lost my mind
Nigga you the reason that I'm out here on my fucking grind
RIP JIMMIE RIP MOOSE AND ALL MY FALLING SOLDIERS
Until a pussy nigga dead Kevi can't get no closure
Some say I'm pussy some say I'm fake we'll come and try me then
I come through spinning on your shit just like a ceiling fan
They tried that shit when I was young but tellem do it now
Gunna make me call up CUZZO P and up the body count
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Writer(s): Derrick Caldwell
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