Camaraderie

Niggas asking for me front like ima dentist
Rollin Round collecting cash In the bitch like I got tenants
Mama said be careful baby she know that her boy be sinning
Ain't no cape on LSD I kill that pussy then I'm dippin
Babymama bitchin for attention but thats for my children
Ain't gone lie I'm itchin for them digits
I don't got no pension
Hit my number ain't no competition
Here take my extension
Mix it press it wrap it then I stamp it
I call that a Griffin
Chasin paper while you chilling
Sellin oils like I'm drilling
Too turnt up I broke the ceiling
Got em hooked so I keep reelin
This the truth as it written
Heart and soul in every sentence
Kill a rat I say good riddance
I save my money but I'm a Villian
Plug predicted snow I put a jacket on it's gone be chilly
Servin Js Nick Foles jersey on like ya boi from Philly
Seven days out the week grind how you get a milly
I'm on go pull up right now meet me at Willies
Fuck you that's how I'm feelin
Speak the truth lord forgive me
Go hard be the realest
Heart and soul in every sentence
Furs on the trees frost on it like its Christmas Eve
Swerve the police officer this is broccoli
No bitch this is not a trap this is property
Fam struggling I plan to pull em out of poverty
Im a force to be reckon with ain't no stopping me
LT on the beat Royal Fam camaradarie
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Fuck you that's how I'm feelin
Speak the truth lord forgive me
Go hard be the realest
Heart and soul in every sentence
Furs on the trees frost on it like its Christmas Eve
Swerve the police officer this is broccoli
No bitch this is not a trap this is property
Fam struggling I plan to pull em out of poverty
Im a force to be reckon with ain't no stopping me
LT on the beat Royal Fam Camaradarie
(Lawd)



Credits
Writer(s): Stephan Goldsmith, Belmont Jackson
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