No White Flag
Had low funds still had it
We kickin' it off like madden
Smoke a 2 8 I feel like Aladdin
Muhammad Ali in your Bitch I'm jabbing
No white flag these niggas be flagging
Need a belt
Pants keep sagging
I lost my niggas and I got Sadder
She bought some titties And she got badder
And she got badder
Treat the bag like a bladder
I can't die with this money
Ima strive to get them millions
Gotta support my Children
Can't have baby mama out here bitching
In school class I was skipping
Wanted me blue like I was criping
Get fried for the paper like chicken
Have you and yo partner missing
No wet sign won't catch me slipping
Get what I need and then I'm dipping
What's in yo cup I'm Sipping
Run to the bag these Niggas limping
I keep it simple these Niggas simping
And this is not that
These rappers fiction
I step in the room I'm Feeling the friction Feeling the tension
Now that I got it don't Want the attention
I treat everyday like Christmas
Rest in peace my brothers I'm missing
I'm still out here on our mission but
Had low funds still had it
I'm kicking it off like madden
Smoke a 2 8 I feel like Aladdin
Muhammad Ali in your bitch I'm jabbing
No white flag these niggas be flagging
Need a belt
Pants keep sagging
I lost my niggas and I got sadder
She bought some titties and she got badder
And she got badder
We kickin' it off like madden
Smoke a 2 8 I feel like Aladdin
Muhammad Ali in your Bitch I'm jabbing
No white flag these niggas be flagging
Need a belt
Pants keep sagging
I lost my niggas and I got Sadder
She bought some titties And she got badder
And she got badder
Treat the bag like a bladder
I can't die with this money
Ima strive to get them millions
Gotta support my Children
Can't have baby mama out here bitching
In school class I was skipping
Wanted me blue like I was criping
Get fried for the paper like chicken
Have you and yo partner missing
No wet sign won't catch me slipping
Get what I need and then I'm dipping
What's in yo cup I'm Sipping
Run to the bag these Niggas limping
I keep it simple these Niggas simping
And this is not that
These rappers fiction
I step in the room I'm Feeling the friction Feeling the tension
Now that I got it don't Want the attention
I treat everyday like Christmas
Rest in peace my brothers I'm missing
I'm still out here on our mission but
Had low funds still had it
I'm kicking it off like madden
Smoke a 2 8 I feel like Aladdin
Muhammad Ali in your bitch I'm jabbing
No white flag these niggas be flagging
Need a belt
Pants keep sagging
I lost my niggas and I got sadder
She bought some titties and she got badder
And she got badder
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Writer(s): Andrew Springs
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