To the Folks

Member when me and my buddies go half on the playroom
I was so grateful
Setting up battles from all of the fables
I wasn't able to keep going up going going up going up
Every body growing up growing up
My brother moving to Texas I'm showing up
There ain't nun slowing us
Can't wait till they say that they wish they had known us
Brandon had just signed a bonus
SUV he said future upon us
Jimmy he stay out the way
I ain't seen him in minutes I hope that he going up
Eddie be sewing up sewing up
Recipe garments for sofas
Make sure I stay looking gorgeous
Never see me with no foes I keep the folks on me
Ain't no hoes on me just woes on me
From clips to bagging groceries
I hope that she had noticed me
I feel this pressure choking me
I get through no joke in me
They all came up on roads with me
Thankful what I'm posed to be
No bitch in me she say I'm sweet
And I love her company
If I'm going you come with me
You need help I'm coming b
Far from what I'm posed to be
Heavy weights I'm Overeem
If he ask I'm over heem oh yuh

Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need

Never had no dunks I'm not no punk
I'm just so tough, I can't get slumped
I can't get jumped yea
Lahar lows not pumps
Ain't got no pump I love to tussle
And I'm off the runts
You can't catch me off my ones
No Jordan ones got Jordan 4
Thanks to Mally he on go
I ain't no hoe I ain't no puss
Homies got me they gone push
I need my p's I need my q's
I scream I'm rich I'm rich I'm rich
He wanna play like a bitch
I bet he blitz, I blitz, he trip
I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick
Pop these pills just how I live
Got all this pressure in my blood
It's from smoking all these cigs
And rolling all these fucking blunts
I need home runs and not no bunts
Matt Araiza with the punts
Need to beat them to the punch
Need the top I can't get snuffed
Like Nipsey, hustle in my blood
Not no crip I'm not no blood
But don't get twisted I'm still tough
Been through a lot I seen enough
Working out just to get buff
Feed my momma feed my pops
Feed my sister till I'm dust
And Erricson and Eric's son

Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need
Thanks to all the folks with me
The folks I need the folks I need



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Writer(s): Aritra Bhattacharjee
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