Dont Say Shit
I had dreams I could buy my way to heaven
Woke up out it and flipped another onion
I told fiends I'll be back in a second
Man he so annoying he just keep rushing
But that's just cause I chose the streets as my profession
I started robbing niggas that's what lead to my progression
And all this pent up aggression
Came from a fucked up adolescence
And I was only 17 with a dollar and dream
Living in a trap house that's when I started serving fiends
And now a nigga getting cream I keep the pistol by my side because it's racks inside my Jeans
If my pockets bigger then you shouldn't tell me nothing nigga
Treat em like a mop and leave em dripping in a bucket nigga
Deon Dre he don't fuck with niggas
So y'all better watch y'all bitches
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
He just tryna get a bag Let that man get past before I shoot you in your ass nigga
Now these older brag like back in my day man I use to get a bag
Now you can't even get a pass and niggas kicked you out your hood your lil homie front You bags
Damn ain't you use to be the gas man fam what happened
The black sheep of the fam I never had kin
When I told my sis I'm in trouble she stopped answering
I'll probably never understand the shit
Cause she know I got some issues with abandonedment
Why these niggas always looking at me sideways
I should've left Tyrone in the driveway
But instead I let that faggot live another day
But just know that nigga owe and he better pay
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
Neph out of control he like the robbing shit
I think he just like me he just don't see it yet
He use to hold up wait I can't say that shit
Cause most these nigga detectives and they be telling shit
Deondre he a bad nigga
I guess I get that from my dad nigga
I use to watch load shells in the pump
And tell a bunch of niggas hell fuck em up
It fucked with my mental now my pad and my pencil game so influential
And the flow monumental you don't know what I been thru
In that jungle just to get thru
My momma couldn't work so We couldn't afford the new shoes
New clothes or designer yo
Stomach touching my back my shit was never full
Until i started playing the block and getting into Bull
Now everywhere I go a nigga pockets always full
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
Woke up out it and flipped another onion
I told fiends I'll be back in a second
Man he so annoying he just keep rushing
But that's just cause I chose the streets as my profession
I started robbing niggas that's what lead to my progression
And all this pent up aggression
Came from a fucked up adolescence
And I was only 17 with a dollar and dream
Living in a trap house that's when I started serving fiends
And now a nigga getting cream I keep the pistol by my side because it's racks inside my Jeans
If my pockets bigger then you shouldn't tell me nothing nigga
Treat em like a mop and leave em dripping in a bucket nigga
Deon Dre he don't fuck with niggas
So y'all better watch y'all bitches
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
He just tryna get a bag Let that man get past before I shoot you in your ass nigga
Now these older brag like back in my day man I use to get a bag
Now you can't even get a pass and niggas kicked you out your hood your lil homie front You bags
Damn ain't you use to be the gas man fam what happened
The black sheep of the fam I never had kin
When I told my sis I'm in trouble she stopped answering
I'll probably never understand the shit
Cause she know I got some issues with abandonedment
Why these niggas always looking at me sideways
I should've left Tyrone in the driveway
But instead I let that faggot live another day
But just know that nigga owe and he better pay
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
Neph out of control he like the robbing shit
I think he just like me he just don't see it yet
He use to hold up wait I can't say that shit
Cause most these nigga detectives and they be telling shit
Deondre he a bad nigga
I guess I get that from my dad nigga
I use to watch load shells in the pump
And tell a bunch of niggas hell fuck em up
It fucked with my mental now my pad and my pencil game so influential
And the flow monumental you don't know what I been thru
In that jungle just to get thru
My momma couldn't work so We couldn't afford the new shoes
New clothes or designer yo
Stomach touching my back my shit was never full
Until i started playing the block and getting into Bull
Now everywhere I go a nigga pockets always full
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't teach me nothing
If you poor you can't tell me nothing
You got dough my nigga show me something
Fuck up bitch ion wanna hear shit
If you broke you can't tell me nothing
You want smoke I'll have a nigga blood rushing
Out his throat when I hit em with the custom
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Writer(s): Deondre Paul
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