Left (feat. SB Pooh)

It got harder when everyone left
No role model just me & myself
Brudda sellin' didn't nobody care
Told em chill out for somebody tell
If he cross da line gotta send em to hell
Got dis shit on my own money come inna mail
Ima self made youngan ain't needin' no help
Stuffin' bricks inna bale

Niggas grimey these days get to cuttin' dem off
Told him stfu we ain't wit allat talk
Ion play bout da cash hoe I need it right na
Niggas follow da leader ya head inna clouds
I'm like a flame that'll neva go out
Heard Lil Judo a hoe hadda shut da shit down
Niggas changin' dey energy when I'm around
It's Judo & Pooh gotta different sound

I'm different these niggas ignorant
Cuttin' em off I don't think I was feelin' it
Give me a little bit
(Hol up, Hol up)
I'm bout to get all my bros out the jam
Cause they innocent
Don't see the difference in all these niggas
While they penny pinchin' my money jus tripled
I knocked off the opp & it costed a nickel
If the spot getting hot then we pop em like pimples

I don't like to cap man that shit getting old
My brother in prison, nigga got a phone

Nigga act like he got it but really he don't
Get a pack, run it back to da trap get it gone
Bad lil bih she be toxic, it's turnin me on
Granny gave me a curfew I ain't comin' home
Ima do it again if I did it before
See the life that I want Ima get it fasho

It got harder when everyone left
No role model just me & myself
Brudda sellin' didn't nobody care
Told em chill out for somebody tell
If he cross da line gotta send em to hell
Got dis shit on my own money come inna mail
Ima self made youngan ain't needin' no help
Stuffin' bricks inna bale

Hadda put out da blunt it's a cop ova there
Nigga talk like he bout it ain nobody scared
Me, Pooh, Deuce & my sistas split up dey ain care
Gotta grind fa my mama cause she still ain't here
My cousin head hunta wack errbody there



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Writer(s): Trekeilyn Widemon
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