The Unknown

No Chris rock
On your block
Not an actor

I am your
Favorite rapper's
Favorite rapper

Know mathematics
Niggas not a factor

Break this shit down
By myself and then
Add it

Pussy Money Weed
Is my only habit
I know that shit bad
But I can't be addict

When times
Had got hard
Took the ps
Out the attic

I knew this shit
Would happen
That's why I had
To stash it

Wherever we
Go don't worry
The baggage I
Already shipped
It, it touchdown
And landed

The fuck is
You tripping
For we tied up
In business
I feel like the
Wheels on
The coop
When im
Spinning
Drop top
2 doors and
You know
The windows
Is tinted

Me you and
Glockeee
That's a
Perfect
Recipe
Get the
Money guap
Cheese only
Way to
Please me
Can't get
Stripes like
These
If you have
Burberry

That bitch
On her
Knees
She not
Trying to
Married

All she want
To do is milk
The game but
Don't drink dairy

When you
Stuck in the mud
Got to swat and
Dodge these bugs
Cant fuck with a
Natnat they don't
Show no love
Want to suck
Up my bloods

Put on for my dawgs
And put on
For my pups till
Everybody pockets
Flooded 2 cups stuffed

On a rough road
Had to know
This shit was
Gone get tough

Done had enough
But niggas know
I'm not giving up

No no no no no no
Not giving up



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Writer(s): Darien Wade
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