Strange Notes
I seen a couple niggas's
Change on me
Started moving Milly
Nigga's moving strange on me
Gotta keep a distance
Swear these nigga's fake homie
Come from the bottom
Yeah the home of the snake's homie
I was gone for while
But I'm back now
Ain't worried bought no bitch
I need stack my racks now
Got in my bag
I elevated
I could brag now
This new switch shit
Will blow a nigga back down
I could hit a block now
Run when that chopper sound
My nigga's really doing hits
We don't play around
Remember chasing nigga's down
Through they playground's
If we ever caught a opp
Then he got laid down
Shit out here ain't safe now
Posted on that corner
Were niggas really shoot
Were Granny's, Sister's, Mother's, Brother's
Getting hit up too
Remember I posted on that corner selling food
My ex bitch she did left yeah she said I am fool
Now they see me getting cheetah
Now they love it how I move
My momma said Im stupid
Cause I never went to school
My dad wasn't around
Wish he seen what I went through
I was locked up in a cell
Couple demons with me too
For Wanel, We still scoring
Making money in the trap
His legacy still living, In my mind he ain't never die
Every time I'm reminiscing
I'm just always thinking why
They really had to take you
Now my warrior in the sky
Hear you talking behind my back
But I don't really care
Imma keep getting my money
And just focus on my career
Like a dragon imma bring fire
And let it off without no fear
Then probably take off with bad bitch
Like rocket in the air
People Say
I'm too dramatic, Cause I'm such a mathematic
With the fonto, Smoke exotic
Sips of wock, Can't feel body
If I got it, Then you got it
You my brother, That's forever
I could show you how to run it
Just don't flip on me for the cheetah
Got a 9, Love my beretta
I been scoring, I'm too clever
I say lately I been very distant
Cause my lifestyle getting better
Gotta keep my circle small
Cause they'll stab you
For others pleasure's
Plenty shit I really seen
But won't talk about it, Brody never
I'm too solid, I can't fold
But I'm quick to dust you off
A lot nigga's claim they like that
But in the inside they be soft
Since a younging like a boss
Coming heavy with the sauce
Like I'm Jesus seem them cross
Can't be spinning with remorse
She a eater, I can't love her
Once I nutted, Gotta to dub her
Straight just pass it to my brother's
Then just move on to the other
Leave opposition on recover
Have him crying his mother
Really live it, I can't stutter
Before a knocker
I had a cutter
We been spinning for each other
Making a lot of raining summer's
He got hit up, He got done up
Shit will leave you trauma
We dem demons like Osama
But is all about the comma's
My temper ain't really with the drama
You could try me if you wanna
I seen a couple niggas's
Change on me
Started moving Milly
Nigga's moving strange on me
Gotta keep a distance
Swear these nigga's fake homie
Come from the bottom
Yeah the home of the snake's homie
I was gone for while
But I'm back now
Ain't worried bought no bitch
I need stack my racks now
Got in my bag
I elevated
I could brag now
This new switch shit
Will blow a nigga back down
I could hit a block now
(I seen a couple niggas's change on me)
(Moving strange on me)
(Swear these nigga's fake homie)
(Yeah the home of the snake's homie)
(I was gone for while But I'm)
(Worried bought no bitch, I need to)
Oh, Uh, Uh
Oh, Uh, Uh
(I could hit a block now)
Change on me
Started moving Milly
Nigga's moving strange on me
Gotta keep a distance
Swear these nigga's fake homie
Come from the bottom
Yeah the home of the snake's homie
I was gone for while
But I'm back now
Ain't worried bought no bitch
I need stack my racks now
Got in my bag
I elevated
I could brag now
This new switch shit
Will blow a nigga back down
I could hit a block now
Run when that chopper sound
My nigga's really doing hits
We don't play around
Remember chasing nigga's down
Through they playground's
If we ever caught a opp
Then he got laid down
Shit out here ain't safe now
Posted on that corner
Were niggas really shoot
Were Granny's, Sister's, Mother's, Brother's
Getting hit up too
Remember I posted on that corner selling food
My ex bitch she did left yeah she said I am fool
Now they see me getting cheetah
Now they love it how I move
My momma said Im stupid
Cause I never went to school
My dad wasn't around
Wish he seen what I went through
I was locked up in a cell
Couple demons with me too
For Wanel, We still scoring
Making money in the trap
His legacy still living, In my mind he ain't never die
Every time I'm reminiscing
I'm just always thinking why
They really had to take you
Now my warrior in the sky
Hear you talking behind my back
But I don't really care
Imma keep getting my money
And just focus on my career
Like a dragon imma bring fire
And let it off without no fear
Then probably take off with bad bitch
Like rocket in the air
People Say
I'm too dramatic, Cause I'm such a mathematic
With the fonto, Smoke exotic
Sips of wock, Can't feel body
If I got it, Then you got it
You my brother, That's forever
I could show you how to run it
Just don't flip on me for the cheetah
Got a 9, Love my beretta
I been scoring, I'm too clever
I say lately I been very distant
Cause my lifestyle getting better
Gotta keep my circle small
Cause they'll stab you
For others pleasure's
Plenty shit I really seen
But won't talk about it, Brody never
I'm too solid, I can't fold
But I'm quick to dust you off
A lot nigga's claim they like that
But in the inside they be soft
Since a younging like a boss
Coming heavy with the sauce
Like I'm Jesus seem them cross
Can't be spinning with remorse
She a eater, I can't love her
Once I nutted, Gotta to dub her
Straight just pass it to my brother's
Then just move on to the other
Leave opposition on recover
Have him crying his mother
Really live it, I can't stutter
Before a knocker
I had a cutter
We been spinning for each other
Making a lot of raining summer's
He got hit up, He got done up
Shit will leave you trauma
We dem demons like Osama
But is all about the comma's
My temper ain't really with the drama
You could try me if you wanna
I seen a couple niggas's
Change on me
Started moving Milly
Nigga's moving strange on me
Gotta keep a distance
Swear these nigga's fake homie
Come from the bottom
Yeah the home of the snake's homie
I was gone for while
But I'm back now
Ain't worried bought no bitch
I need stack my racks now
Got in my bag
I elevated
I could brag now
This new switch shit
Will blow a nigga back down
I could hit a block now
(I seen a couple niggas's change on me)
(Moving strange on me)
(Swear these nigga's fake homie)
(Yeah the home of the snake's homie)
(I was gone for while But I'm)
(Worried bought no bitch, I need to)
Oh, Uh, Uh
Oh, Uh, Uh
(I could hit a block now)
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Writer(s): Alberto Fabian Potrazo
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