10 toes
Been through the rain
You don't really know Pain
Really trying make
It out steady
Gripping on that pole
Niggas got there doubts
Trying find a better route
I don't want the fucking clout
Stuck up in this drought
Aiming for you stash
I ant gonna hesitate
Bitch I'm in your fucking
State trying to make
It out nigga only
16 got really keep it tucked
I was down bad and hussel on my own
Realest Shit I ever wrote
You going feel in this song
Always on the gas
I ant pressing on no brakes
Always trying to ketch case
Gotta listen to the bass
Niggas always capping
They don't really want no smoke
Keep on dissing on the quicks
Put your bitch ass on t
But yo momma asking
Why nigga I can't fucking lie made
Your momma cry when
I put you in that hurst
Gotta spit a verse Choppa got some hight
Nigga if going fucking burst
When I lost my mom nigga
It ain't been the same
Got move smart got really
Keep it tucked
Got some shit up on
My mind got speak
It in this mike
Got do it right really
Got make it out they said
I wouldn't make nigga
Look we're I'm at
If u really finna diss
Nigga I ant gonna miss
Always on my grind
Pigs always looking
They ant gonna find shit
Chilling with the shorty
And I'm posted with the forty
Rest in peace to Ramon
Hope he resting with doves
Rest in peace to my my mom
Hope she up above
Deep up in the shit
I ant gonna save myself
Struggled thorough a lot
Rapping till I gets some Gwop
I ant gonna stop
Till I'm really at the top
Shot that nigga in the dome
He ain't coming fucking home
Stressing through a lot
Right now wtf this shit about
Hollows spitting out the chamber
Like it was verse
Nigga talk-in hard
Got back up in reserve
Swerving in the lanes
Even tho it's wrong or wright
I'm shoot you in your face
Niggas always hating
Got Recreate a different
Picture faded of the liquor
And Running up gwop
now it really comin faster
headed on aye different
Mission wish it would
Come quicker gonna make it bigger
Finger on the trigger sights up on
The Glock going hit u from a far
Been through the rain
You don't really know Pain
Really trying make
It out steady
Gripping on that pole
Niggas got there doubts
Trying find a better route
I don't want the fucking clout
Stuck up in this drought
Aiming for you stash
I ant gonna hesitate
Bitch I'm in your fucking
State trying to make
It out nigga only
Sixteen got really keep it tucked
I was down bad and hustle on my own
You don't really know Pain
Really trying make
It out steady
Gripping on that pole
Niggas got there doubts
Trying find a better route
I don't want the fucking clout
Stuck up in this drought
Aiming for you stash
I ant gonna hesitate
Bitch I'm in your fucking
State trying to make
It out nigga only
16 got really keep it tucked
I was down bad and hussel on my own
Realest Shit I ever wrote
You going feel in this song
Always on the gas
I ant pressing on no brakes
Always trying to ketch case
Gotta listen to the bass
Niggas always capping
They don't really want no smoke
Keep on dissing on the quicks
Put your bitch ass on t
But yo momma asking
Why nigga I can't fucking lie made
Your momma cry when
I put you in that hurst
Gotta spit a verse Choppa got some hight
Nigga if going fucking burst
When I lost my mom nigga
It ain't been the same
Got move smart got really
Keep it tucked
Got some shit up on
My mind got speak
It in this mike
Got do it right really
Got make it out they said
I wouldn't make nigga
Look we're I'm at
If u really finna diss
Nigga I ant gonna miss
Always on my grind
Pigs always looking
They ant gonna find shit
Chilling with the shorty
And I'm posted with the forty
Rest in peace to Ramon
Hope he resting with doves
Rest in peace to my my mom
Hope she up above
Deep up in the shit
I ant gonna save myself
Struggled thorough a lot
Rapping till I gets some Gwop
I ant gonna stop
Till I'm really at the top
Shot that nigga in the dome
He ain't coming fucking home
Stressing through a lot
Right now wtf this shit about
Hollows spitting out the chamber
Like it was verse
Nigga talk-in hard
Got back up in reserve
Swerving in the lanes
Even tho it's wrong or wright
I'm shoot you in your face
Niggas always hating
Got Recreate a different
Picture faded of the liquor
And Running up gwop
now it really comin faster
headed on aye different
Mission wish it would
Come quicker gonna make it bigger
Finger on the trigger sights up on
The Glock going hit u from a far
Been through the rain
You don't really know Pain
Really trying make
It out steady
Gripping on that pole
Niggas got there doubts
Trying find a better route
I don't want the fucking clout
Stuck up in this drought
Aiming for you stash
I ant gonna hesitate
Bitch I'm in your fucking
State trying to make
It out nigga only
Sixteen got really keep it tucked
I was down bad and hustle on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Sekan
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