Desperation
Rebel
I stumbled to the whip
Ruger sit on my hip
My bitch in the passenger
Quickly loading the clip
Two niggas in the back
Just finish blowing a zip
Even though I'm drunk already
I'm taking another sip
All black
Cuz I'm neutral
But both of my niggas Crip
On my way to the bag
This money I make it flip
Don't get mad get money
I'm hungry I'll take the trip
I'll take the trip
I'm doing ninety
While I'm switching lanes
Feds find me
Then I'm switching names
This ain't the ninety's
This a different game
Same heart just a different pain
New connect with some different caine
The gutta that's the shit to blame
See my brother said keep spitting flames
Treat my girl like my mother
But everyday I be hitting jane
I be high like I sit in planes
I pulled up to the connect
Rebel get nuff respect
Probably cuz of this music
You know I be catching wreck
Time to run up a check
Told Papi give me the work
My bitch got a straight face
Not even one smirk
Her glamor is to mean
But trust me Mami nice
And she stay with a hammer
Like she Rodney Price
That's my shooter
Shorty caught a homi twice
That night looked like a scene out Miami vice
Almost died
I prayed for my family life
God on my side
Helped me buss the swammy right
Back to the crib
My lady sucked the jammy nice
The ñame aint Giles
But i still kill a cam and mic
Niggas get shot everyday b
You'll be aight
I'm the type
To get your uncle murdered
Fill the trunk with burners
Getting high
Bumping Tina Turner
I stumbled to the whip
Ruger sit on my hip
My bitch in the passenger
Quickly loading the clip
Two niggas in the back
Just finish blowing a zip
Even though I'm drunk already
I'm taking another sip
All black
Cuz I'm neutral
But both of my niggas Crip
On my way to the bag
This money I make it flip
Don't get mad get money
I'm hungry I'll take the trip
I'll take the trip
I'm doing ninety
While I'm switching lanes
Feds find me
Then I'm switching names
This ain't the ninety's
This a different game
Same heart just a different pain
New connect with some different caine
The gutta that's the shit to blame
See my brother said keep spitting flames
Treat my girl like my mother
But everyday I be hitting jane
I be high like I sit in planes
I pulled up to the connect
Rebel get nuff respect
Probably cuz of this music
You know I be catching wreck
Time to run up a check
Told Papi give me the work
My bitch got a straight face
Not even one smirk
Her glamor is to mean
But trust me Mami nice
And she stay with a hammer
Like she Rodney Price
That's my shooter
Shorty caught a homi twice
That night looked like a scene out Miami vice
Almost died
I prayed for my family life
God on my side
Helped me buss the swammy right
Back to the crib
My lady sucked the jammy nice
The ñame aint Giles
But i still kill a cam and mic
Niggas get shot everyday b
You'll be aight
I'm the type
To get your uncle murdered
Fill the trunk with burners
Getting high
Bumping Tina Turner
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Writer(s): Akieme Murdock
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