Reminiscing
Remember workin' every day
I spent my check to shoot a video
Tryna stay up out the way
The shit I go through they don't really know
Been tryna up my pay
I can't get caught behind no silly hoe
My ex bitch went astray
Ain't no more love, and now I'm really cold
Malika know I love her
Just don't chase behind no silly joke
Ain't worried bout no nigga actin' tough
Because he really hoe
And Dee Dee like my backbone
Fuck wit her, I'll let my semi go
Just know you comin' wit me
Out the city, when I really blow
Mayhem, know that's really bro
He bangin' wit dem billy folks
Hope Bria neva dub him
Cuz we rollin' like a heely tho
For me, gon up that cutta
Hit yo block, and pop like wheelies oh
Hallows rippin' tissue, what's the issue
Ain't no healin' bro
Auntie lost Young Pablo
I just wish she'd get her son back
On the day I catch his killa
Ima grill him, make him run dat
Aim this .40 at his liver
Cuz I quivered when her son passed
Dump his body in a river
Then get shriveled in a blunt pack
Came up outta Raleigh
But I'm still gon hold the port down
Got tired of pushin' dollies
Wanna ball just like it's 4th down
Thought rappin' was a hobby
Used to sleep, I heard 'em snore loud
At first was actin' snobby
Gave her D, she feelin' sore now
Won't never vent to no one bout my problems
I can't pour out
They hate to see me buildin' up my steelo
Want me tore down
Not into doin' freeloads, gettin' p-loads
I need more pounds
Flow just like a kilo, for them c-notes
Hittin' more towns
Remember workin' every day
I spent my check to shoot a video
Tryna stay up out the way
The shit I go through they don't really know
Been tryna up my pay
I can't get caught behind no silly hoe
My ex bitch went astray
Ain't no more love, and now I'm really cold
Malika know I love her
Just don't chase behind no silly joke
Ain't worried bout no niggas actin' tough
Because he really hoe
And Dee Dee like my backbone
Fuck wit her, I'll let my semi go
Just know you comin' wit me
Out the city, when I really blow
My lil bro, he illest on the court
I used to witness Crime
Really he could kill in any sport
But throw the sickest dimes
My ex bitch left me tore
I roll this backwood, get to feelin' fine
Been thinkin' bout before
I'm reminiscing just be spittin' lines
One day gon be the hottest
Just cuz I can make a sentence rhyme
Can come up wit some hot shit
Talkin' real fast, in guinness time
I seen my brother rotted
Catch his killa, Ima spin his mind
Lito out that window, let that FN blow
When it's bidness time
But right back to the topic
You can miss me wit the tough shit
I really miss my brother
Pablo died now I'm the roughest
You hear spittin' lines and switchin' rhymes
Now I'm the toughest
But I remember times, was throwin' dimes
And gettin' buckets
But way before them times, was on the pine
I felt like nothin'
I had to wait for mine, I was behind
So I said fuck it
Then I got on my grind, so I could shine
Don't mind the ruckus
They see me doin' fine, tryin' call me slime
Lil boy you buggin'
Where the fuck was you
When me and Pablo wore the same clothes
He died just for a dollar
Risked his life to get a bankroll
Got caught without it on him
It ain't right, but that's the game tho
I hate he sacrificed
You diss his name, gon let that thang blow
I spent my check to shoot a video
Tryna stay up out the way
The shit I go through they don't really know
Been tryna up my pay
I can't get caught behind no silly hoe
My ex bitch went astray
Ain't no more love, and now I'm really cold
Malika know I love her
Just don't chase behind no silly joke
Ain't worried bout no nigga actin' tough
Because he really hoe
And Dee Dee like my backbone
Fuck wit her, I'll let my semi go
Just know you comin' wit me
Out the city, when I really blow
Mayhem, know that's really bro
He bangin' wit dem billy folks
Hope Bria neva dub him
Cuz we rollin' like a heely tho
For me, gon up that cutta
Hit yo block, and pop like wheelies oh
Hallows rippin' tissue, what's the issue
Ain't no healin' bro
Auntie lost Young Pablo
I just wish she'd get her son back
On the day I catch his killa
Ima grill him, make him run dat
Aim this .40 at his liver
Cuz I quivered when her son passed
Dump his body in a river
Then get shriveled in a blunt pack
Came up outta Raleigh
But I'm still gon hold the port down
Got tired of pushin' dollies
Wanna ball just like it's 4th down
Thought rappin' was a hobby
Used to sleep, I heard 'em snore loud
At first was actin' snobby
Gave her D, she feelin' sore now
Won't never vent to no one bout my problems
I can't pour out
They hate to see me buildin' up my steelo
Want me tore down
Not into doin' freeloads, gettin' p-loads
I need more pounds
Flow just like a kilo, for them c-notes
Hittin' more towns
Remember workin' every day
I spent my check to shoot a video
Tryna stay up out the way
The shit I go through they don't really know
Been tryna up my pay
I can't get caught behind no silly hoe
My ex bitch went astray
Ain't no more love, and now I'm really cold
Malika know I love her
Just don't chase behind no silly joke
Ain't worried bout no niggas actin' tough
Because he really hoe
And Dee Dee like my backbone
Fuck wit her, I'll let my semi go
Just know you comin' wit me
Out the city, when I really blow
My lil bro, he illest on the court
I used to witness Crime
Really he could kill in any sport
But throw the sickest dimes
My ex bitch left me tore
I roll this backwood, get to feelin' fine
Been thinkin' bout before
I'm reminiscing just be spittin' lines
One day gon be the hottest
Just cuz I can make a sentence rhyme
Can come up wit some hot shit
Talkin' real fast, in guinness time
I seen my brother rotted
Catch his killa, Ima spin his mind
Lito out that window, let that FN blow
When it's bidness time
But right back to the topic
You can miss me wit the tough shit
I really miss my brother
Pablo died now I'm the roughest
You hear spittin' lines and switchin' rhymes
Now I'm the toughest
But I remember times, was throwin' dimes
And gettin' buckets
But way before them times, was on the pine
I felt like nothin'
I had to wait for mine, I was behind
So I said fuck it
Then I got on my grind, so I could shine
Don't mind the ruckus
They see me doin' fine, tryin' call me slime
Lil boy you buggin'
Where the fuck was you
When me and Pablo wore the same clothes
He died just for a dollar
Risked his life to get a bankroll
Got caught without it on him
It ain't right, but that's the game tho
I hate he sacrificed
You diss his name, gon let that thang blow
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