Many Men

I might leave my phone but I never leave that glock
Who the fuck is slim he can't come up in the spot
It's to many knots and too many pots
Nigga nobody he do it for props
Bitches going do what they do off a shots
Next nigga play on my kids getting shot
Fuck all these niggas this shit look smack down
Thought he was a reaper they banging he hot now
I got young niggas holding shit down on the campound
Clique full of big dogs these niggas bow wow
We got up we got down we got g we got za
Good crunch two hits now the junkie can't walk
I don't believe none of that shit man these niggas just talking
Put that shit in his face he going tell me he sorry

I don't know why all these scared ass niggas be rapping
Talking that gangsta shit welling and capping
These punk ass niggas ain't got no iron
Sucka ass niggas ain't got no pride
Posting your man he got sent to the sky
These scared ass Instagram niggas ain't sliding
You know me shit I'm still in the trenches
Feet up big dog bankroll orchestrate business
Taking pictures with fifteen hundred that shit ain't nothing
You little ass niggas be bluffing
I spent that shit on my jeans amiri ceiline
I love spending that shit i'm a feen
I Dior my son cause I remember them days we was broke ain't make no profit
Fendi Dior louis v double c double g I got shit all in my closet
I know many men probably want to smoke a nigga like me
I ain't got no remorse for they ass
Bankroll come through like Luka he torching they ass
Champ ass nigga ain't nothing stick a fork in his ass
I'm getting tired of niggas keep talking and tipping like they out here standing on business
It was a war outside you know you ain't slide
Punk ass ain't do no killing
Bitch I'm on some next level shit
I'm trying get better bitch
Don't compare me to these niggas they irrelevant
Why the fuck you out here standing on the corner you ain't selling shit
Can't put nothing past these niggas prolly telling shit

I might leave my phone but I never leave that glock
Who the fuck is slim he can't come up in the spot
It's to many knots and too many pots
Nigga nobody he do it for props
Bitches going do what they do off a shots
Next nigga play on my kids getting shot
Fuck all these niggas this shit look smack down
Thought he was a reaper they banging he hot now
I got young niggas holding shit down on the campound
Clique full of big dogs these niggas bow wow
We got up we got down we got g we got za
Good crunch two hits now the junkie can't walk
I don't believe none of that shit man these niggas just talking
Put that shit in his face he going tell me he sorry



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