Appreciate Me
I ain't one from Windy City but if you see me in my city
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
I been tellin' niggas get up off my dick and shit
Cus ain't nobody wasn't havin' it when I needed y'all to jam my shit
But fuck it imma handle shit
Like a grown man should
Real shit I been 'bout this shit
Cus niggas rather fess you up for shit that gives you confidence
And bitches tried to trap me up
Like baby you can't handle this
And I don't do the rambling
She hate a nonchalant, I ain't average
Let me talk to 'em
Y'all don't fucking know me
How y'all gonna speak on shit
I'll come out crazy like a doctor
Have 'em leave you split
You ain't from where I'm from if y'all don't live a risk
And we all done got some demons, we don't speak on it
But fuck it imma preach and shit
I ain't one from Windy City but if you see me in my city
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
I made a lane up off my own move
Ran the game in circles
Bagged the baddest, let me spoil
Had her come quick like it's curfew
Applying pressure 'till I'm purple
You ain't gotta have no beef to be a G
Them niggas hurtful
Give a fuck 'bout what you went through
I've been killin' shit
Ducking curbs and cars to live in
Nigga shit was serious
And still I went to boss up, son these niggas
They delirious
And pack 'em up
I been always up and I ain't hearing it
Seen the bigger picture pussy nigga was you here for it?
I was stressed out, steady gambling
Had to back out, put a stash in it
On me, this shit was happening
And niggas slept while I was up again
Still I done looked for niggas who didn't look for me
And niggas call me bro like they was out up in that field with me
I ain't one from Windy City but if you see me in my city
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
I been tellin' niggas get up off my dick and shit
Cus ain't nobody wasn't havin' it when I needed y'all to jam my shit
But fuck it imma handle shit
Like a grown man should
Real shit I been 'bout this shit
Cus niggas rather fess you up for shit that gives you confidence
And bitches tried to trap me up
Like baby you can't handle this
And I don't do the rambling
She hate a nonchalant, I ain't average
Let me talk to 'em
Y'all don't fucking know me
How y'all gonna speak on shit
I'll come out crazy like a doctor
Have 'em leave you split
You ain't from where I'm from if y'all don't live a risk
And we all done got some demons, we don't speak on it
But fuck it imma preach and shit
I ain't one from Windy City but if you see me in my city
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
I made a lane up off my own move
Ran the game in circles
Bagged the baddest, let me spoil
Had her come quick like it's curfew
Applying pressure 'till I'm purple
You ain't gotta have no beef to be a G
Them niggas hurtful
Give a fuck 'bout what you went through
I've been killin' shit
Ducking curbs and cars to live in
Nigga shit was serious
And still I went to boss up, son these niggas
They delirious
And pack 'em up
I been always up and I ain't hearing it
Seen the bigger picture pussy nigga was you here for it?
I was stressed out, steady gambling
Had to back out, put a stash in it
On me, this shit was happening
And niggas slept while I was up again
Still I done looked for niggas who didn't look for me
And niggas call me bro like they was out up in that field with me
I ain't one from Windy City but if you see me in my city
I'm gone
See me speedin' to the paper
Rubber bands done stretched about a foot long
Different certified nigga, Don't need 30 rounds nigga
But they'll only 'preciate when I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Foxworth
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