Dodge
Took a loss, so I had to bounce back
I'm a hustler, I ain't going out sad
VVS in your grill, that was cap
You in the field, but you ain't going to bat
Shooters in the H toting them straps
Free my niggas in the chain writing raps
Nigga diss me, I ain't tripping on wax
Run it up and I ain't missing no laps
Came and got me, I was trapped in the trap
I dropped a tape and now I'm back in my bag
Dwight Howard how I ball on they ass
30,000 just to fill up my sack
I ain't tripping, this a Goyard baby
Mom ain't struggling, I been going hard lately
I went and got it, I was tired of waiting
They see me shining and I know they all hate it
Niggas mad me and Josh made a way
About this guap, I was touching the base
In a Dodge and we was running from jakes
Not a Ford but we was trying to escape
Uncle put me on a whole lot of game
Long nights but we was running a play
Remember when I used to shoot in 2K
I grabbed the pistol and I learned how to aim
I lost my cousin and this shit ain't the same
I think about you Johnny every day
They was getting it but I couldn't relate
Nowadays you couldn't guess what I make
Mari Millions on the beat and it's flames
They was sleeping on me, now they awake
Niggas hating, trying to eat off my plate
Come and get it, nigga busting your face
I ain't no gangsta, but I'm locked in with gang
ESV & 513 what I claim
Fuck an image, I don't do this for names
Instagram got me a feeling a way
Bitches in my comments giving me brain
Shit be crazy and you wouldn't know a thang
In high school I was selling the grains
And fucking every single bitch in my grade
Homeroom, the teacher asked why I'm late
Whole time I'm in the back getting laid
Every day I'm skipping class getting faded
Way before I had the cars and the chains
I asked my exes why the fuck did they play me
All these breakups kind of leaving me jaded
Lot of change but I ain't never changing
Who gone be there for me if I go basic?
Shortly after Lil Peso had died
Me and Mo was doing a whole lot of crime
I thank god I ain't get caught with that iron
But I still end up going to do time
Me and Kwezzy in that cell writing rhymes
I had to get that lil nigga in line
I told him focus up and open your mind
And stay humble when you get out and grind
Double felon, I can't do 9 to 5
I been rapping but now I'm in my prime
Shit out of luck, I was bumming for rides
The Bentley truck is what gave me my drive
I'm a hustler, I ain't going out sad
VVS in your grill, that was cap
You in the field, but you ain't going to bat
Shooters in the H toting them straps
Free my niggas in the chain writing raps
Nigga diss me, I ain't tripping on wax
Run it up and I ain't missing no laps
Came and got me, I was trapped in the trap
I dropped a tape and now I'm back in my bag
Dwight Howard how I ball on they ass
30,000 just to fill up my sack
I ain't tripping, this a Goyard baby
Mom ain't struggling, I been going hard lately
I went and got it, I was tired of waiting
They see me shining and I know they all hate it
Niggas mad me and Josh made a way
About this guap, I was touching the base
In a Dodge and we was running from jakes
Not a Ford but we was trying to escape
Uncle put me on a whole lot of game
Long nights but we was running a play
Remember when I used to shoot in 2K
I grabbed the pistol and I learned how to aim
I lost my cousin and this shit ain't the same
I think about you Johnny every day
They was getting it but I couldn't relate
Nowadays you couldn't guess what I make
Mari Millions on the beat and it's flames
They was sleeping on me, now they awake
Niggas hating, trying to eat off my plate
Come and get it, nigga busting your face
I ain't no gangsta, but I'm locked in with gang
ESV & 513 what I claim
Fuck an image, I don't do this for names
Instagram got me a feeling a way
Bitches in my comments giving me brain
Shit be crazy and you wouldn't know a thang
In high school I was selling the grains
And fucking every single bitch in my grade
Homeroom, the teacher asked why I'm late
Whole time I'm in the back getting laid
Every day I'm skipping class getting faded
Way before I had the cars and the chains
I asked my exes why the fuck did they play me
All these breakups kind of leaving me jaded
Lot of change but I ain't never changing
Who gone be there for me if I go basic?
Shortly after Lil Peso had died
Me and Mo was doing a whole lot of crime
I thank god I ain't get caught with that iron
But I still end up going to do time
Me and Kwezzy in that cell writing rhymes
I had to get that lil nigga in line
I told him focus up and open your mind
And stay humble when you get out and grind
Double felon, I can't do 9 to 5
I been rapping but now I'm in my prime
Shit out of luck, I was bumming for rides
The Bentley truck is what gave me my drive
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Errar
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