Mile Stones
Mile Stones just some shit we go threw but we all strong
I can't get enough blowing strong that have my mind gone through the rain
I watch em wash away from shoreline
For sure this game cold it ain't no funny ain't no coming back
Make a movie an I'm back to the trap money
You never sold a pound I'm a expert at war expertise at all I do
I don't give a damn about you
That's all I know now like the money in the trap
I don't play shit fair you do know bout this rap shit
Nothing but a boss in me
Bout a thousand dollars worth of crack money
You ain't never seen that make a bitch get on her needs for a stack
I don't care about the money I cant take it when I die
Leave it for my kids
Ever since a kid I be been had a gun Auntie was in that dope game
Put on the block eatin chicken like steak u don't want non of that Like
R.i.p to my auntie and my og
I mean taught a nigga how to get that bag
I ain't worry bout death but I just know
I ain't coming bk gotta keep a gun on me
It's it's crap as long as the money an
I don't fear non of that you talk we gone do this time right like I never left
I got a bigger stash you got a big mouth but sound to bad
An I got the same plan I'm the present to debate the past
I'm the nigga in the trap I know the deal an the deal and the deal
I was the nigga to spit the fire
I can't get enough blowing strong that have my mind gone through the rain
I watch em wash away from shoreline
For sure this game cold it ain't no funny ain't no coming back
Make a movie an I'm back to the trap money
You never sold a pound I'm a expert at war expertise at all I do
I don't give a damn about you
That's all I know now like the money in the trap
I don't play shit fair you do know bout this rap shit
Nothing but a boss in me
Bout a thousand dollars worth of crack money
You ain't never seen that make a bitch get on her needs for a stack
I don't care about the money I cant take it when I die
Leave it for my kids
Ever since a kid I be been had a gun Auntie was in that dope game
Put on the block eatin chicken like steak u don't want non of that Like
R.i.p to my auntie and my og
I mean taught a nigga how to get that bag
I ain't worry bout death but I just know
I ain't coming bk gotta keep a gun on me
It's it's crap as long as the money an
I don't fear non of that you talk we gone do this time right like I never left
I got a bigger stash you got a big mouth but sound to bad
An I got the same plan I'm the present to debate the past
I'm the nigga in the trap I know the deal an the deal and the deal
I was the nigga to spit the fire
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Writer(s): Ybf Nick 8aby
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