Repeat (Freestyle)
I'm just staring at yo picture, wishing I could get you back
Got me smoking different mixtures, wish you never woulda lacked
Now I'm spitting all these scriptures, and I stay right on attack
I ain't into sippin' liquor, only vice is smokin' thrax
Bro you stay right on my mind, so I stay all on the grind
Member back then shit was fine, then they put you on the tv
Now it's just me and lil Dee Dee, know she always had my spine
Had this beat right here on repeat, just so I could spit my mind
Posto rollin' at the east, cuz we hated bein' sober
Pistol totin', that's the least, but you know I never show it
Run up on me, Ima blow it, give a fuck about yo peace
Gun up on me, I ain't goin, don't be duckin' tryna creep
Diss Pablo, and then we scorin', choppa speakin' japanese
Member nights we used to mourn, couldn't even go to sleep
One day you gon see me tourin', ridin' Trackhawk, in them jeeps
Ima pull up in a foreign, double R, back of the seats
It's just me and my guys, rollin' weed, gettin' high
'Stensions, beams, on the fye, nigga try then you die
Ain't no need for to lie, you get sent to the sky
Either God or Allah, no this shit ain't a facade
Pablo died, and I cried, and I swear that I cried
So I gotta get rich, can't be focused on bitches
I can't ever switch, I'm focused on millions
You know Ima sprint, and get dukes out the trench
I'm just staring at yo picture, wishing I could get you back
Got me smoking different mixtures, wish you never woulda lacked
Now I'm spitting all these scriptures, and I stay right on attack
I ain't into sippin' liquor, only vice is smokin' thrax
Bro you stay right on my mind, so I stay all on the grind
Member back then shit was fine, then they put you on the tv
Now it's just me and lil Dee Dee, know she always got my spine
Had this beat right here on repeat, just so I could spit my mind
Heater on me, Ima spark it, nigga we don't do no talkin
Nigga we don't do no barkin', nigga if he run, we hawk 'em
Police come, and they gon chalk 'em, .40 bullets leave him coughin'
Left a stain, he spilt his coffee, police come don't do no talkin'
Outside yo mama house, they stalkin', home alone, Macaulay Culkin
Bullets race 'em, face 'em, chase 'em, got my mask on like I'm Jason
I roll the dope, and Ima face it, get in my zone, and I just say shit
I got my chrome to leave you wasted, metal hot don't wanna taste it
Got me smoking different mixtures, wish you never woulda lacked
Now I'm spitting all these scriptures, and I stay right on attack
I ain't into sippin' liquor, only vice is smokin' thrax
Bro you stay right on my mind, so I stay all on the grind
Member back then shit was fine, then they put you on the tv
Now it's just me and lil Dee Dee, know she always had my spine
Had this beat right here on repeat, just so I could spit my mind
Posto rollin' at the east, cuz we hated bein' sober
Pistol totin', that's the least, but you know I never show it
Run up on me, Ima blow it, give a fuck about yo peace
Gun up on me, I ain't goin, don't be duckin' tryna creep
Diss Pablo, and then we scorin', choppa speakin' japanese
Member nights we used to mourn, couldn't even go to sleep
One day you gon see me tourin', ridin' Trackhawk, in them jeeps
Ima pull up in a foreign, double R, back of the seats
It's just me and my guys, rollin' weed, gettin' high
'Stensions, beams, on the fye, nigga try then you die
Ain't no need for to lie, you get sent to the sky
Either God or Allah, no this shit ain't a facade
Pablo died, and I cried, and I swear that I cried
So I gotta get rich, can't be focused on bitches
I can't ever switch, I'm focused on millions
You know Ima sprint, and get dukes out the trench
I'm just staring at yo picture, wishing I could get you back
Got me smoking different mixtures, wish you never woulda lacked
Now I'm spitting all these scriptures, and I stay right on attack
I ain't into sippin' liquor, only vice is smokin' thrax
Bro you stay right on my mind, so I stay all on the grind
Member back then shit was fine, then they put you on the tv
Now it's just me and lil Dee Dee, know she always got my spine
Had this beat right here on repeat, just so I could spit my mind
Heater on me, Ima spark it, nigga we don't do no talkin
Nigga we don't do no barkin', nigga if he run, we hawk 'em
Police come, and they gon chalk 'em, .40 bullets leave him coughin'
Left a stain, he spilt his coffee, police come don't do no talkin'
Outside yo mama house, they stalkin', home alone, Macaulay Culkin
Bullets race 'em, face 'em, chase 'em, got my mask on like I'm Jason
I roll the dope, and Ima face it, get in my zone, and I just say shit
I got my chrome to leave you wasted, metal hot don't wanna taste it
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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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