Nevr who U think i am
Hol nye
Hol
Hol nye
Mateo shit
I'll bust your ass in this designer, don't get shit twisted
We tellin' lies, sorry your honor I don't condone the snitchin'
Your homie did that, they don't give a fuck, you get hit with 50
We ain't pop no short nigga yet, we was smokin' MIDGET
Now all you see is za up in my Swisher
High tech, I sip out the bottle like an infant
Nike Tech wear it all month run up at 20
My great uncle's trapped, shit, my mama trapped, yeh
Know that I was putting up when she had found the stash
Used to rock future Flight Jordans in the past
Used to rock with plenty niggas yeh, yeh
Never who you think I am, nawl nawl
Went through shit that's still fucking with me, yeh yeh
Thinking bout everything, nothing else, Yeh yeh
Head pain from them past traumas
You know them hoopers turned to mask robbers
Know ain't no chances, get no chances
If it pop off, gotta handle it
Run with sticks, we got our branches
Summer work with papa cutting branches
Everybody tryna feed they people
Wont nobody, eat with family
I pour up five codeine fingers
Just to pull me out this damn world
You just assuming I mean erry word
Since you so greedy, huh Eat first
Don't show your love to everybody, trust it didn't work
Can't be around, cause disrespect gon' get some loved ones hurt
Can't speak the truth too much, You gon' be the first one murdered
And them females never forget, the first one hurt her
After 14, 15, I felt nothing like a kid
All the ages under that I felt, death times ten
Don't know fucking why, but I got numb to that shit
Don't een check by, they think I'm straight cause I post pic
Rat yo nigga out or do that time, Niggah you know which one to pick
You ain't my opp if I ain't tryna get your whole shit spint
Shoot your shot, watch them niggas try to go tend it
On that block, young nigga, had that trap shit lit
Won't hop behind that wheel unless that shit tinted
No telling where we going, nd ain't no telling where we been
Ain't no tellin' where we been
Ain't no tellin' where we been
And I'm riding wit my manz
Ain't no tellin' where we been
Fuck a hater
Fuck a friend
Hol
Hol nye
Mateo shit
I'll bust your ass in this designer, don't get shit twisted
We tellin' lies, sorry your honor I don't condone the snitchin'
Your homie did that, they don't give a fuck, you get hit with 50
We ain't pop no short nigga yet, we was smokin' MIDGET
Now all you see is za up in my Swisher
High tech, I sip out the bottle like an infant
Nike Tech wear it all month run up at 20
My great uncle's trapped, shit, my mama trapped, yeh
Know that I was putting up when she had found the stash
Used to rock future Flight Jordans in the past
Used to rock with plenty niggas yeh, yeh
Never who you think I am, nawl nawl
Went through shit that's still fucking with me, yeh yeh
Thinking bout everything, nothing else, Yeh yeh
Head pain from them past traumas
You know them hoopers turned to mask robbers
Know ain't no chances, get no chances
If it pop off, gotta handle it
Run with sticks, we got our branches
Summer work with papa cutting branches
Everybody tryna feed they people
Wont nobody, eat with family
I pour up five codeine fingers
Just to pull me out this damn world
You just assuming I mean erry word
Since you so greedy, huh Eat first
Don't show your love to everybody, trust it didn't work
Can't be around, cause disrespect gon' get some loved ones hurt
Can't speak the truth too much, You gon' be the first one murdered
And them females never forget, the first one hurt her
After 14, 15, I felt nothing like a kid
All the ages under that I felt, death times ten
Don't know fucking why, but I got numb to that shit
Don't een check by, they think I'm straight cause I post pic
Rat yo nigga out or do that time, Niggah you know which one to pick
You ain't my opp if I ain't tryna get your whole shit spint
Shoot your shot, watch them niggas try to go tend it
On that block, young nigga, had that trap shit lit
Won't hop behind that wheel unless that shit tinted
No telling where we going, nd ain't no telling where we been
Ain't no tellin' where we been
Ain't no tellin' where we been
And I'm riding wit my manz
Ain't no tellin' where we been
Fuck a hater
Fuck a friend
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Writer(s): Timothy Karim
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