Akatsuki
Show you something just to see if you can keep a secret
Everything I say I say it for a reason
Forty blunts to the face just to fight the demons
Four am brodie sip the mud with the demons
Dawg I thought you was my brodie, but you changed seasons
Said she was gone ride left my heart bleeding
Fiening for that money like lil brodie teething
Trying to give my girl attention track phone beeping
Glocka glued to my side know these niggas creeping
Got that glocka when I'm fucking know these hoes scheming
Got that glocka with my family can't even trust my people
Got that glocka with my family can't even trust my people
Paranoid everybody out to get me
Got to stay focused and complete the mission
Trying to keep it solid niggas say I'm tripping
You got the money right now nigga come and get it
So many bullets in my back surprised I'm still alive
Granny praying for me knowing I'm committing crimes
Kissed her on the cheek today I know it's been some time
So many people left me crying steady pouring lines
You can't be my brodie you gone fold on me
Woke up in that vacant house I was by my lonely
Virgin mobile still jumping still serving zombies
December nights bones shivering like Arthritis
Why you ain't answer the phone
You see me calling ya phone
I needed help you was gone
But now you calling my phone
Fuck is that, I don't know that number, damn, hello
Nah bro you ain't, I was down bad I was trying to hit you up a couple days ago
Bruh what the fuck happened with that shit
Aite bruh I'm gone hit you back, aite
Fuck out of here nigga
Scooter said call his phone and he don't answer for ya
That mean he never gave a fuck about ya
Fuck a hundred friends I need a hundred thousand
Fuck a combine add me to the roster
Smoking dope like Jamaican Rastas
Ya count that money too slow baby count it faster
Calculations in my head fuck a money counter
Been looking for a rider think I found her
I think I found her yeah baby fuck that money counter
Calculations in my head fuck a money counter
Real hustlers know about it you don't know about it
Real road runner road running for them thousands
Crossing state lines you won't believe I got my chopper
Fully loaded air it out in LA on mountains
Brodie Scarface, swear to God nigga
Everything I say I say it for a reason
Forty blunts to the face just to fight the demons
Four am brodie sip the mud with the demons
Dawg I thought you was my brodie, but you changed seasons
Said she was gone ride left my heart bleeding
Fiening for that money like lil brodie teething
Trying to give my girl attention track phone beeping
Glocka glued to my side know these niggas creeping
Got that glocka when I'm fucking know these hoes scheming
Got that glocka with my family can't even trust my people
Got that glocka with my family can't even trust my people
Paranoid everybody out to get me
Got to stay focused and complete the mission
Trying to keep it solid niggas say I'm tripping
You got the money right now nigga come and get it
So many bullets in my back surprised I'm still alive
Granny praying for me knowing I'm committing crimes
Kissed her on the cheek today I know it's been some time
So many people left me crying steady pouring lines
You can't be my brodie you gone fold on me
Woke up in that vacant house I was by my lonely
Virgin mobile still jumping still serving zombies
December nights bones shivering like Arthritis
Why you ain't answer the phone
You see me calling ya phone
I needed help you was gone
But now you calling my phone
Fuck is that, I don't know that number, damn, hello
Nah bro you ain't, I was down bad I was trying to hit you up a couple days ago
Bruh what the fuck happened with that shit
Aite bruh I'm gone hit you back, aite
Fuck out of here nigga
Scooter said call his phone and he don't answer for ya
That mean he never gave a fuck about ya
Fuck a hundred friends I need a hundred thousand
Fuck a combine add me to the roster
Smoking dope like Jamaican Rastas
Ya count that money too slow baby count it faster
Calculations in my head fuck a money counter
Been looking for a rider think I found her
I think I found her yeah baby fuck that money counter
Calculations in my head fuck a money counter
Real hustlers know about it you don't know about it
Real road runner road running for them thousands
Crossing state lines you won't believe I got my chopper
Fully loaded air it out in LA on mountains
Brodie Scarface, swear to God nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Julius Masters
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