Shells
I aint really wit the politicking
Man I could've been a politician
Me and my niggas never had a pot to piss in
But we gotta get it
Ride round wit a chop see yo block and hit it
And real niggas know you don't ever brag bout the mf shots you sending
Lil niggas on the block depending
On the shit that they get out
All my niggas in the hood hope they get out
Only time will tell
All this shit up in my mind man a nigga on the grind
Never thought a nigga like me could rhyme so well
I knew I aint time for bail
All my niggas working on Christmas moving all the white
Nigga they aint got no time for bells
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
On the move getting to the bag
Mind steady moving hella slow
All the shit that happened in my past
I aint gotta say it niggas know
I don't ever wanna lose my mind like
Losing sleep trynna get my mind right
Having dreams of being big with limelight
I just gotta make sure my rhymes tight
Scratch that
Middle school wrote raps in my back pack
Can't wait to see all the real rap back
All these niggas be obsessed wit a hashtag
Bro told me don't trip just get the money
Wanna cop me Rollie so my wrist look funny
Tell shorty come fuck wit da kid no cudi
I know niggas can't take the vision from me
Came a ways from the nigga the back
It aint days where I ever miss the trap
When my memory get caught in a haze
I remember all the days when I never could relax
I been going through shit on the surface
Niggas round don't even know the half
I was Always worried bout my pride
Shit is so sad
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Man I could've been a politician
Me and my niggas never had a pot to piss in
But we gotta get it
Ride round wit a chop see yo block and hit it
And real niggas know you don't ever brag bout the mf shots you sending
Lil niggas on the block depending
On the shit that they get out
All my niggas in the hood hope they get out
Only time will tell
All this shit up in my mind man a nigga on the grind
Never thought a nigga like me could rhyme so well
I knew I aint time for bail
All my niggas working on Christmas moving all the white
Nigga they aint got no time for bells
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
On the move getting to the bag
Mind steady moving hella slow
All the shit that happened in my past
I aint gotta say it niggas know
I don't ever wanna lose my mind like
Losing sleep trynna get my mind right
Having dreams of being big with limelight
I just gotta make sure my rhymes tight
Scratch that
Middle school wrote raps in my back pack
Can't wait to see all the real rap back
All these niggas be obsessed wit a hashtag
Bro told me don't trip just get the money
Wanna cop me Rollie so my wrist look funny
Tell shorty come fuck wit da kid no cudi
I know niggas can't take the vision from me
Came a ways from the nigga the back
It aint days where I ever miss the trap
When my memory get caught in a haze
I remember all the days when I never could relax
I been going through shit on the surface
Niggas round don't even know the half
I was Always worried bout my pride
Shit is so sad
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
Had get up out quick
He a blood and he a crip
Nigga I aint got time for shells
Had to get on my shit
I aint trynna take a trip
I aint got time to fail
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Haywood
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