Freestyle: No Pad No Pen
Imma go get me some money
Head first when you come from the dungeons
Showed love but that shit got me nothing
Growed up they ain't see this shit coming
Cousins told me just keep this shit coming
Watch a young nigga go and do numbers
How can I not run up me some numbers
Say that she want it imma feed her the lumber
Big B's nigga like I'm from Compton
Big C's my nigga be cripp'n
One hit and the smoker start tripping
Feed the streets til i get me a million
Know he be rapping I still can't feel em
Fuck around and we peel em
Niggas be hoes but claiming they realer
It get really muddy when you deep in them trenches
Imma go get me some money
Head first when you come from the dungeons
Showed love but that shit got me nothing
Growed up they ain't see this shit coming
Cousins told me just keep this shit coming
Watch a young nigga go and do numbers
How can I not run up me some numbers
Say that she want it imma feed her the lumber
Big B's nigga like I'm from Compton
Big C's my nigga be cripp'n
One hit and the smoker start tripping
Feed the streets til i get me a million
Know he be rapping I still can't feel em
Fuck around and we peel em
Niggas be hoes but claiming they realer
It get really muddy when you deep in them trenches
Head first when you come from the dungeons
Showed love but that shit got me nothing
Growed up they ain't see this shit coming
Cousins told me just keep this shit coming
Watch a young nigga go and do numbers
How can I not run up me some numbers
Say that she want it imma feed her the lumber
Big B's nigga like I'm from Compton
Big C's my nigga be cripp'n
One hit and the smoker start tripping
Feed the streets til i get me a million
Know he be rapping I still can't feel em
Fuck around and we peel em
Niggas be hoes but claiming they realer
It get really muddy when you deep in them trenches
Imma go get me some money
Head first when you come from the dungeons
Showed love but that shit got me nothing
Growed up they ain't see this shit coming
Cousins told me just keep this shit coming
Watch a young nigga go and do numbers
How can I not run up me some numbers
Say that she want it imma feed her the lumber
Big B's nigga like I'm from Compton
Big C's my nigga be cripp'n
One hit and the smoker start tripping
Feed the streets til i get me a million
Know he be rapping I still can't feel em
Fuck around and we peel em
Niggas be hoes but claiming they realer
It get really muddy when you deep in them trenches
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Writer(s): Fredrick Hill Jr
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