Stand Tall

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

I came through
In that Maserati, with stock rims but it's brand new
Well I'm lying it's sixteen but it look real clean
V12 sound real mean, but it's silent like a nightmare
When the blood smear and you can't hear that's a real dream

Check the scheme though
Only hollow tips, fragments stick like they Velcro
Get dropped when that thang pop hot like a hell hoe
I was living in a hell hole, trap house was a hell box
Now I ball so hard nigga need a headband and some tube socks buying new stocks

Flip that bought some new rocks; got a new bop
10k for a walk thru and walk thru like I'm Tupac
Reinvest in the hood nigga, still ride around in the old drop
And I ain't talking cocaine when I hit the old spot buy the whole block

Yeah I'm talking big game nigga fuck shoes clothes buy the whole shop
Put that there on gang nigga fuck fame clout stack more guap
Put that there on gang nigga fuck fame clout stack more guap
Like a fully automatic Glock nine drums won't stop

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

I came up
With some black ink, and some green loud, and a red cup
With a sharp mind and some ill rhymes then I manned up
Man I'm too hot turn the fan up, with a live sound turn the band up
Staying down in the background with my Tre Pound and my

Glock cocked
With fifty drum to the chest make a body pop lock
Test me I'm still hood even though I made figures
Twist locs into braids nigga, turn braids into fades clippers
Fuck around catch fade quicker, A's always come with the K kickers

Got a hair trigger
Bearing all my arms, praying that I bear with ya
Paranoia with the aim-and the will to live it could be a bad mixture
Casanova with the dames but I'm no lame sticking to a real scripture
A thousand words ain't shit if you can't see the multi-millionaire picture

A thousand words ain't shit if you can't see the multi-millionaire picture
A thousand words ain't shit if you can't see the multi-billionaire picture
A thousand friends ain't shit if they can't build a billion-dollar brand with ya
A couple bands ain't shit nigga, catch a lick if you my

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga

My nigga my nigga
Don't worry bout it my nigga
Stand tall my nigga
Ball hard my nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Jerel Murrell
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