Drove
Knockin' on the beat oh who knockin' yeah that's me
Nigga go to work had to go to church cuz I got my mouth that I gotta feed
I advise take a step back 'Fore I make you and Patna nem bleed
Ask no questions ever been arrested sum called the 5th yeah you gotta plead
No chopsticks always chop shit been getting down lil nigga
Put a lil lead in his body and it's leaving more than a lil splinter
Had to buss down with the ice gotta show y'all niggas what it's like in winter
What's wrong with you niggas sad about a bitch don't got a figure
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
Shh wiped out they crib clean we sanitized that shit
We left vandalized we analyzed then skirted off in the whip huh
10 9 8 7 6 how many feet we left that bitch
I ain't never really been the type to trust folk all that trust shit get you hit
They free'd my OG he almost served a 10
I been breaking bread you gotta spend to get that bread
I ain't worried bout a thing I don't mope and I don't dread
Life is only gon be hard if you make it I'm just sayin'
I count all my niggas all on one hand
Yeah that's 5 people behind me when I'm stepping no matter where I'm at
I'm cautious I'm gon make it to that promised land
We move round with our sticks mobile with the drums sum like a marching band
People kill just to have a spot sitting where you at
But they don't know you stepped on a thousand pins just to get right where the fuck you at
It's pitiful yall praise all that shaking ass
I don't give a fuck who I pissed off if you mad then stay fucking mad
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
I got 'em drove
Yeah I'm talking bout real mad but won't address me lil hoe
I don't talk nor discuss we just gon leave it up to that pole
My Best just called my phone yeah Johnny called my shit I miss y'all fuck talking on the phone
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
Nigga go to work had to go to church cuz I got my mouth that I gotta feed
I advise take a step back 'Fore I make you and Patna nem bleed
Ask no questions ever been arrested sum called the 5th yeah you gotta plead
No chopsticks always chop shit been getting down lil nigga
Put a lil lead in his body and it's leaving more than a lil splinter
Had to buss down with the ice gotta show y'all niggas what it's like in winter
What's wrong with you niggas sad about a bitch don't got a figure
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
Shh wiped out they crib clean we sanitized that shit
We left vandalized we analyzed then skirted off in the whip huh
10 9 8 7 6 how many feet we left that bitch
I ain't never really been the type to trust folk all that trust shit get you hit
They free'd my OG he almost served a 10
I been breaking bread you gotta spend to get that bread
I ain't worried bout a thing I don't mope and I don't dread
Life is only gon be hard if you make it I'm just sayin'
I count all my niggas all on one hand
Yeah that's 5 people behind me when I'm stepping no matter where I'm at
I'm cautious I'm gon make it to that promised land
We move round with our sticks mobile with the drums sum like a marching band
People kill just to have a spot sitting where you at
But they don't know you stepped on a thousand pins just to get right where the fuck you at
It's pitiful yall praise all that shaking ass
I don't give a fuck who I pissed off if you mad then stay fucking mad
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
I got 'em drove
Yeah I'm talking bout real mad but won't address me lil hoe
I don't talk nor discuss we just gon leave it up to that pole
My Best just called my phone yeah Johnny called my shit I miss y'all fuck talking on the phone
I got 'em drove
Yeah they don't wanna see me at the top I got a load
Oh missed call on my phone ain't see not ducking on the road
And I just keep on doing me
No conversation if they ask me why I'm quick to leave
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Writer(s): Naomi Steward
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