French Quarter

Ima product of my environment
Grew up with niggas that was jackin' body rocking shit
Some turnt snake some went state it was all type of shit
I ain't trippin' I got a solid few I started wit
It must be sumn' in da water cause we all fucked up
Screaming fuck the other side you try me and get touched
A nigga hit at me and missed some might call that luck
I'm God bodied catch a body leave ya star struck kiting out for them laws come
Na the job done
When it come to gwap you ain't got none
What's wrong with cha?
If that's yo homie he get domed with cha
Think ima hoe you got the wrong nigga
Catch you in traffic pimp ya ride tools I ain't talking Xzibit
I know you ain't wit it
Really eat or get ate in my city
You gotta watch ya close friends it ain't no hard feelings
When fake love get exposed it's gon hit different
Show me any signs I can't fuck with cha
I ain't forget yeah I remember, they ain't want see me get figures
Na I'm running it up thinking G5 with my niggas
One man army ima g that's 9G on a nigga
I'm in my own fuckin lane ion compete with these niggas
I ain't gotta do too much for em to be in my business
Feelin' like Master P and Herbo stepping in wit
No Limit
Never slipped on my pivot
Always had a vision
Vision clear talkin' vivid
I'm the nigga you mimic

Feelin' undefeated
I'm million dollar dreamin'
Gotta spend racks in Neiman
Mark em' til we get even
I talk my shit so well they bump my shit then go repeat it
Yea they hold they and they gon hate that's why they pockets greedy
Uh
But they ain't full nun they empty
Up the clip out my jeans if I wake up feeling evil
Watching niggas play catch up while I do numbers like visa
Me and my scrilla can't come in between it I'm benji feigning



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Writer(s): Samate Moore
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