Mail Lady Nephew

Cause im the mail lady nephew i always felt chosen
Before i had the ice on my neck i was frozen
The coldest real mack ave niggas know it
Hit any block along the ave and they know me

In the benz coupe wit big guy yeah we loaded
In a new phase of my life you aint noticed
I dont show it
But the pape i got it on me
Its hard to fold it
How can fake tough nigga hoe me
Take yo bitch back dog i only want her to blow me
Hen got the mr day 1 back rollin
Hoe said she aint suckin dick
She was trollin
High as fuck me and hippie pat and we bowlin
Rollie wayne water everywhere and its golden
I knew our life was finna change cause i told us
Went and got a job and it got me back focused
Nothing like walking in the rain to give you motive
Nothing like training for the end you gotta hold up
Feelin myself this time errbody gotta hold up
Could you stick around til the storm start to slow up
The same block gettin money
Same block where we post up
Still remember who had ran it up right before us
Three mile drive til its over cause they showed up
Rip doc wish you was here to see us blow up
On ging aint a group of niggas ploser
First chain from seven days i was a no limit soulja
Shoveled snow all day i got money outta every hood

Cause im the mail lady nephew i always been chosen
Before i had ice on my neck i was frozen
The coldest real mack ave niggas know it
Hit any block along the ave and they know me
I got big dreams of long money
Im hustlin i aint acting funny
They out to get me i bet i die gunnin
I was starvin i had to try somethin
(I was starvin i had to try)

I was starvin i had to try

My baby peaz whipped this bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Harrison
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