Bruddanem

I went ghost for a minute i was tryna get my P's on
Bronem in the cut he sipping he be on
We came from nothing to a lotta bands
Trapping with my bruddanem
He leaching we goan cut a man
Please get off
I know they in they feelings everytime a nigga drive through
Talking from the net please don't let that trigger find you
I come from the trenches yeahh these scars they goan remind you
Yeah she did me dirty when she call am goan decline too

We was really broke aint no TV at my momma crib
Lotta niggas hoes and they switched up for them dollar bills
Momma tried to cook but we aint even had no pot to piss in
Government selling lies but i aint even with the politics
My daddy was a killer that's the reason i don't fear men
I know some niggas pussy but they still screaming gang gang
Face-shot griii powww he goan need a head band
Thuging by my lone i be moving independent
Ain't got opps them niggas sweet
I stay solid like a G
She can't get that dick for free
Get the fuck off!
Selling pussy for some cheese
I could wife a nigga bitch
She wan swallow all my kids
Get my nut off!
But i can't have sex right now cuz lil bitch i be fasting
Brody got a blick and that shit is not for fashion
If them niggas tweaking we goan put shit in a casket
Where am from we stepping and we do that shit for passion
You go ask lil bro he know that i don't throw no gang sign
3ga that my twin we move different but got the same mind
We was in the trenches rapping and robbing at the same time
Gave our blocks them blessings they was tripping TF they saying now
But i can hear them talking
Draco get to walking
She done told my dawgs business so i can't hit her often
Am a bastard aint no orphanage
Spin they block aint no ducking
They be out they mind they claim my city but they aint grow up in it
I got love for telly aint no disrespect but she my main hoe
Meeky he retarded he a monster he let that thang go
If my moms aint doing good then the fuck i need this fame for?
Niggas say they with you then they switch up yeah that gang gone
Used to play with papers tuned em guns but now its 223
He be talking from his momma house so he can't fuck with me
She just wanna be rolling with my gang but she can't keep it P
I just wanna be rolling with my thang i hope they don't play with me

I went ghost for a minute i was tryna get my P's on
Bronem in the cut he sipping he be on
We came from nothing to a lotta bands
Trapping with my bruddanem
He leaching we goan cut a man
Please get off
I know they in they feelings everytime a nigga drive through
Talking from the net please don't let that trigger find you
I come from the trenches yeahh these scars they goan remind you
Yeah she did me dirty when she call am goan decline too



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Writer(s): Okon Kingsley
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