Life
I was riding around posted where it's grimy at
Them young niggas be wild they don't know how to act
If you deep up in them trenches no you can not lack
Cause them savage niggas they be at your door the back
And if you doing dirt just stand on it you cannot rat
Cause if you play mouse there's a chance you might get clapped
And they will do you the worst way it's gone be cold case
Fuck around might get hit up on your birthday
Get caught lacking might get wet up like you was thirsty
Leave ya brains pushed back all out on the curby
Niggas pull up shooting shit jus like Curry
Pull off skirt get back yeah in a hurry
How you gone act when 12 up on your bumper
Had to touch it from the back this betch she had a thumper
I was moving pounds breaking down all summer
Momma saw about 2k up in my drawer I'm sorry
She started asking me questions like I was up on Maury
I couldn't tell her the truth Im just like momma I'm sorry
Don't know how it came to this jus needed more money
They see I'm having now they trying to take this shit from me
I'm blicked up will let it blow boy don't be no dummy
Will leave you crossed armed folded up his like a mummy
Had to cut some friends off feel like they wasn't for me
I don't really talk about it let them tell the story
Them young niggas be wild they don't know how to act
If you deep up in them trenches no you can not lack
Cause them savage niggas they be at your door the back
And if you doing dirt just stand on it you cannot rat
Cause if you play mouse there's a chance you might get clapped
And they will do you the worst way it's gone be cold case
Fuck around might get hit up on your birthday
Get caught lacking might get wet up like you was thirsty
Leave ya brains pushed back all out on the curby
Niggas pull up shooting shit jus like Curry
Pull off skirt get back yeah in a hurry
How you gone act when 12 up on your bumper
Had to touch it from the back this betch she had a thumper
I was moving pounds breaking down all summer
Momma saw about 2k up in my drawer I'm sorry
She started asking me questions like I was up on Maury
I couldn't tell her the truth Im just like momma I'm sorry
Don't know how it came to this jus needed more money
They see I'm having now they trying to take this shit from me
I'm blicked up will let it blow boy don't be no dummy
Will leave you crossed armed folded up his like a mummy
Had to cut some friends off feel like they wasn't for me
I don't really talk about it let them tell the story
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Writer(s): Desmond Alston
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