Legacy, Pt. 2
Yea I smoke exotic weed
I just do it for the taste
Yea I drank alotta lean
I just did it for the pain
I got some pain inside my
Heart that I never could explain
When they took my lil brotha
I was lost in some pain
I was stranded for some days
It was raining everyday
Ian smiled inna year till I
Seen my sons face
Man I swea ta god I miss
My nigga pablo everyday
Man I swea ta god I just wanna
Fuckin fade away
Really ian got the time
Im always grindin like I skate
Rappin mo then some rhymes
You gotta say some real thangs
Dese niggas get up in the booth
And getta lien ondey gang
Niggas see me droppin heat
Now they changin up they ways
Shi i already knew yea I know
These niggas fake
I was online shoppin I bought
Off white today
Inna anti social hoodie I don't
Wanna talk today
Im tryna get a hunnit ms in my
Hands not a bank
Like a granny at a yard sale
She tryna grab my junk
Nigga talkin down on don
Im gone send this bitch up
Try ta fuck wit the mob we
Gone roll you inna blunt
Poured a 8 inna day had
A nigga very slumped
Niggas hate on the next nigga
I can never be
Yea I gotta legacy I could
Neva be a sheep
I want a fuckin trackhawk
Or a srt jeep
This shi really more then talkin
Im achievin all my dreams
I was pourin up a 4 and spilt
Drank on my tee
Its 400 fa a shirt but I treat
It like its cheap
Imma true born stoner swea
Ta god I love my weed
I just finished me a 8 ian even
Go to sleep
I just do it for the taste
Yea I drank alotta lean
I just did it for the pain
I got some pain inside my
Heart that I never could explain
When they took my lil brotha
I was lost in some pain
I was stranded for some days
It was raining everyday
Ian smiled inna year till I
Seen my sons face
Man I swea ta god I miss
My nigga pablo everyday
Man I swea ta god I just wanna
Fuckin fade away
Really ian got the time
Im always grindin like I skate
Rappin mo then some rhymes
You gotta say some real thangs
Dese niggas get up in the booth
And getta lien ondey gang
Niggas see me droppin heat
Now they changin up they ways
Shi i already knew yea I know
These niggas fake
I was online shoppin I bought
Off white today
Inna anti social hoodie I don't
Wanna talk today
Im tryna get a hunnit ms in my
Hands not a bank
Like a granny at a yard sale
She tryna grab my junk
Nigga talkin down on don
Im gone send this bitch up
Try ta fuck wit the mob we
Gone roll you inna blunt
Poured a 8 inna day had
A nigga very slumped
Niggas hate on the next nigga
I can never be
Yea I gotta legacy I could
Neva be a sheep
I want a fuckin trackhawk
Or a srt jeep
This shi really more then talkin
Im achievin all my dreams
I was pourin up a 4 and spilt
Drank on my tee
Its 400 fa a shirt but I treat
It like its cheap
Imma true born stoner swea
Ta god I love my weed
I just finished me a 8 ian even
Go to sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Daiviante Swanagan
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