Securus
I seen niggas die
Left me traumatized
Heard they mommas cry
Got it jumping
Pistols like it's columbine
They don't want it
This is wicked shit
Pushed his shit back
Like he double jointed
Tell the opps get off my dick
This is when it gets annoying
Im better when fully focused
They can't take the truth
So I give it to em in doses
I ain't playing with niggas
I'm one of the greatest coaches
Fuck all the stripper bitches
Even hit the hostess
I was paying them mind
She was taking them signs
Had to keep protection
Know I'm always on time
She had told me it's mine
Said she see me in nine
Had a thot in the telly
Couple flings at the time
But I'm here wassup now
Peedie brakk the jack
The nigga could get a buss down
The nigga fake up
A couple bitches wanna fuck now
Man that shit crazy
Couple bitches should've stuck around
They all know wassup now
But ain't shit up
I came back to the hood
And I changed shit up
Got the 9 on my hip
Bet I bang shit up
Know I keep my mouth closed
Case thangs get tough
They like Peedie too official
He gone bring the hammer
To handle like any issue
They could stand with you
They just rather stand against you
I talk what I live
Then I find a instrumental
They don't care what I have been thru
Imma find away to go
And ima get the check
I know the opps prolly mad
They ain't get back yet
Left some hoes in the past
They ain't hit back yet
I know they'll get back yea
I know they'll get back here
If it's a issue turn em to a acrobat
40 make em backflip
I came up from nothing baby remember
I ain't have shit
I was stuck in that room like Martin now I'm driving ashtons
I was focused on blues now a nigga swiping plastics
Get it in between
You gone have to pick a role
And choose a scheme
Get it how you live you live
And how you die it's what it be
I don't never worry bout these niggas it's a casualty
The way I'm stepping on this shit I feel like I been Shiesty
Brrrr
They keep tellin me to cool down
But I'm finna up the heat
My young boy ain't grow up with desserts
Swear he ain't nothing sweet
All I know is keep my eyes on my money
On my breesh
Gotta stay focus
Coz I know plenty niggas lose to treesh
They lose they mind
They lose they heart
They lose they soul
Plenty niggas in these streets turn cold
And I seen plenty niggas that I thought real
I seen them niggas fold
Left me traumatized
Heard they mommas cry
Got it jumping
Pistols like it's columbine
They don't want it
This is wicked shit
Pushed his shit back
Like he double jointed
Tell the opps get off my dick
This is when it gets annoying
Im better when fully focused
They can't take the truth
So I give it to em in doses
I ain't playing with niggas
I'm one of the greatest coaches
Fuck all the stripper bitches
Even hit the hostess
I was paying them mind
She was taking them signs
Had to keep protection
Know I'm always on time
She had told me it's mine
Said she see me in nine
Had a thot in the telly
Couple flings at the time
But I'm here wassup now
Peedie brakk the jack
The nigga could get a buss down
The nigga fake up
A couple bitches wanna fuck now
Man that shit crazy
Couple bitches should've stuck around
They all know wassup now
But ain't shit up
I came back to the hood
And I changed shit up
Got the 9 on my hip
Bet I bang shit up
Know I keep my mouth closed
Case thangs get tough
They like Peedie too official
He gone bring the hammer
To handle like any issue
They could stand with you
They just rather stand against you
I talk what I live
Then I find a instrumental
They don't care what I have been thru
Imma find away to go
And ima get the check
I know the opps prolly mad
They ain't get back yet
Left some hoes in the past
They ain't hit back yet
I know they'll get back yea
I know they'll get back here
If it's a issue turn em to a acrobat
40 make em backflip
I came up from nothing baby remember
I ain't have shit
I was stuck in that room like Martin now I'm driving ashtons
I was focused on blues now a nigga swiping plastics
Get it in between
You gone have to pick a role
And choose a scheme
Get it how you live you live
And how you die it's what it be
I don't never worry bout these niggas it's a casualty
The way I'm stepping on this shit I feel like I been Shiesty
Brrrr
They keep tellin me to cool down
But I'm finna up the heat
My young boy ain't grow up with desserts
Swear he ain't nothing sweet
All I know is keep my eyes on my money
On my breesh
Gotta stay focus
Coz I know plenty niggas lose to treesh
They lose they mind
They lose they heart
They lose they soul
Plenty niggas in these streets turn cold
And I seen plenty niggas that I thought real
I seen them niggas fold
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Writer(s): Alldivine Sowerby
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