Tryin To Be Flashy
Most of these niggaz is posers
Runnin around actin like Soldiers
I was up early like Folders
My nigga was movin them boulders
I ain't know shit about trappin
I got my bread from the fashion
I tried to stay low, if I want you to Know, if not, then who the fuck Askin
Smokin and drinkin on Captain
With some niggaz who's ready for Action
Talkin bout grabbin this package
Only four of us knew what had Happened
My man hit me on the celly
I picked up like yeah whats crackin
I pulled up to the spot thought Everythings cool
Then these niggaz start blastin
I rolled wit some niggaz who fuck Wit some hitters
So listen ain't sayin no names
Taught not to squeal when shit got Real
That ain't part of the game
Niggaz was geekin blood was all
Over the place, everywhere
These niggaz laughin
Me I got ghost, I probably looked Like a mess you should've seen
My reaction
I ain't get shook, I just linked up with The plug
I done ask for a few baggies
I'm on the bus, on my way back to The 'I', tryin to escape all the Madness
Now I'm back home, broke with no Ends, I had a habit
Of buying all types of ridiculous shit Was a must, if it was new gotta have It
My demeanor been on ten ever since
I was just tryin to be flashy
Blowin bread on hella loud packs
Talkin bout who wanna match me
Different type of bottles every week Shit
All of my niggaz was splashin
Reckless spending that's my fault yeah
Ain't gave a fuck about stacking
Fresh start so a nigga went to work
Remember I had them baggies
I ain't want no halves and zip shit
Dimes and nickels I packed it
Couldn't grab no nickel bags then
So I had light traffic
Word of mouth didnt spread quick Enough, shit wasnt nobody grabbin
So a nigga smoked more than I sold
Shit disappeared like its magic
Took chances for chump change
I was like way below average
Wasnt cut for the dope game
I guess the shit was just practice
Went legit for like 2 years
Shit then I was back at it
Got a new plug and I upped the Weight
Take what I learned from the Past
Apply that shit to two thousand and Six
Holla at Scott you can ask him
Clientele was slowly on the rise
Felt like I had this shit mastered
I ain't even gotta say shit naw
Take a look under my mattress
Runnin around actin like Soldiers
I was up early like Folders
My nigga was movin them boulders
I ain't know shit about trappin
I got my bread from the fashion
I tried to stay low, if I want you to Know, if not, then who the fuck Askin
Smokin and drinkin on Captain
With some niggaz who's ready for Action
Talkin bout grabbin this package
Only four of us knew what had Happened
My man hit me on the celly
I picked up like yeah whats crackin
I pulled up to the spot thought Everythings cool
Then these niggaz start blastin
I rolled wit some niggaz who fuck Wit some hitters
So listen ain't sayin no names
Taught not to squeal when shit got Real
That ain't part of the game
Niggaz was geekin blood was all
Over the place, everywhere
These niggaz laughin
Me I got ghost, I probably looked Like a mess you should've seen
My reaction
I ain't get shook, I just linked up with The plug
I done ask for a few baggies
I'm on the bus, on my way back to The 'I', tryin to escape all the Madness
Now I'm back home, broke with no Ends, I had a habit
Of buying all types of ridiculous shit Was a must, if it was new gotta have It
My demeanor been on ten ever since
I was just tryin to be flashy
Blowin bread on hella loud packs
Talkin bout who wanna match me
Different type of bottles every week Shit
All of my niggaz was splashin
Reckless spending that's my fault yeah
Ain't gave a fuck about stacking
Fresh start so a nigga went to work
Remember I had them baggies
I ain't want no halves and zip shit
Dimes and nickels I packed it
Couldn't grab no nickel bags then
So I had light traffic
Word of mouth didnt spread quick Enough, shit wasnt nobody grabbin
So a nigga smoked more than I sold
Shit disappeared like its magic
Took chances for chump change
I was like way below average
Wasnt cut for the dope game
I guess the shit was just practice
Went legit for like 2 years
Shit then I was back at it
Got a new plug and I upped the Weight
Take what I learned from the Past
Apply that shit to two thousand and Six
Holla at Scott you can ask him
Clientele was slowly on the rise
Felt like I had this shit mastered
I ain't even gotta say shit naw
Take a look under my mattress
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Writer(s): Marcus Burton
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