A Minute 5
I'm on the roof I gotta sniper and I'm peaking at that courtyard
You ain't gang if you ain't dawg like I send you back to pet smart
But everybody know I work hard they don't know that imma trap star
I'm pushing soft thru my job's doors paint it black and white like concords
I'm tryna live like I'm tom ford
I been feening all day she sucking dick til' she lockjaw
Can you smell what I'm cookin' I'm in the kitchen tryna rock raw
I got a bad Dominicana she let me whack it like piñata
If I catch you on that wall then I'll clip you but ain't no barber
Tryna fit lil bitch in my pocket she get her nails done
Really ran round pine yeah I'm Rudy's grandson
I was so far gone my bitch was dirty dancin'
Got so many hoes they want dick they call me handsome
I'm the one lance stephenson
I was trippin' you could be with him
You could go you got that freedom then
Swear it was like seven fo' fourteen
Days later I'm still serving all the same feens
I get a bag cuz I satisfy they needs
I grow everyday sisters ain't got kids but damn I wish it was in my knees
I'm so tired of the rip's I can't see
Feel like I'm livin' in a hell lord set me free
I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Act dumb then I'll hit you with a pool stick gangsta on acoustics
You ain't gang if you ain't dawg like I send you back to pet smart
But everybody know I work hard they don't know that imma trap star
I'm pushing soft thru my job's doors paint it black and white like concords
I'm tryna live like I'm tom ford
I been feening all day she sucking dick til' she lockjaw
Can you smell what I'm cookin' I'm in the kitchen tryna rock raw
I got a bad Dominicana she let me whack it like piñata
If I catch you on that wall then I'll clip you but ain't no barber
Tryna fit lil bitch in my pocket she get her nails done
Really ran round pine yeah I'm Rudy's grandson
I was so far gone my bitch was dirty dancin'
Got so many hoes they want dick they call me handsome
I'm the one lance stephenson
I was trippin' you could be with him
You could go you got that freedom then
Swear it was like seven fo' fourteen
Days later I'm still serving all the same feens
I get a bag cuz I satisfy they needs
I grow everyday sisters ain't got kids but damn I wish it was in my knees
I'm so tired of the rip's I can't see
Feel like I'm livin' in a hell lord set me free
I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Act dumb then I'll hit you with a pool stick gangsta on acoustics
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Writer(s): Kevin Gonzalez
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