4 Da Muftee
It's impossible to have all this love for, well, for them, miss them every day, and to
the world
Real niggas is hard to come by, and what right here, the circle we got, ain't nothing but
real niggas in love right here
And don't ever forget that
To the day we're told on, the day we die
This is love forever
And all that's not wrong for me
And the family too
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let them play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pop's words, don't run from no man, or treated like no baby
I ain't have respect for no man, had to earn that shit, but I got respect for you
And some of the fam be lame, pop out, show face, cause they feel they looking at you
Like why you couldn't stay around longer
You know that I smoke want to match, or get on my ass
They say anger like yo pops
Every time that I tweak, I'm known for the spaz
Even though I wanna see you soon, I'ma get up with you
Totin' this Glock or a fat XD
You know me, can't leave OG, bitch
Don't try to up and blast on my pops, I'ma dump that heat
Niggas a claim they keeping it P, but the rules go way back in the streets
Y'all niggas be messy
But ay, I'ma play foul, a nigga play foul with me
Swing that bat, go deep
Round of applause, tryna take a home run with me
And I steady just roll up the dodies, I'm missing my pops for sure
I'm tryna get out of the feelings
Might link with the brodies, these other lil niggas don't know me
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let em play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pops words, don't run from no man or treated like no baby
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let em play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pops words, don't run from no man or treated like no baby
You know, they'll try to claim it's love, then push you around no shove
And they done threw dirt on my name, I wash my hands with niggas
No dove
And don't get it confused
Not a street nigga im a hood baby, no thug
the world
Real niggas is hard to come by, and what right here, the circle we got, ain't nothing but
real niggas in love right here
And don't ever forget that
To the day we're told on, the day we die
This is love forever
And all that's not wrong for me
And the family too
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let them play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pop's words, don't run from no man, or treated like no baby
I ain't have respect for no man, had to earn that shit, but I got respect for you
And some of the fam be lame, pop out, show face, cause they feel they looking at you
Like why you couldn't stay around longer
You know that I smoke want to match, or get on my ass
They say anger like yo pops
Every time that I tweak, I'm known for the spaz
Even though I wanna see you soon, I'ma get up with you
Totin' this Glock or a fat XD
You know me, can't leave OG, bitch
Don't try to up and blast on my pops, I'ma dump that heat
Niggas a claim they keeping it P, but the rules go way back in the streets
Y'all niggas be messy
But ay, I'ma play foul, a nigga play foul with me
Swing that bat, go deep
Round of applause, tryna take a home run with me
And I steady just roll up the dodies, I'm missing my pops for sure
I'm tryna get out of the feelings
Might link with the brodies, these other lil niggas don't know me
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let em play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pops words, don't run from no man or treated like no baby
Bitch I gotta do this shit for my pops
And I've been thinking about you lately
Certain shit, it just amazes me
I can't go, can't let em play me
Some of the shit you taught, I stand on that
And they just think I'm crazy
Pops words, don't run from no man or treated like no baby
You know, they'll try to claim it's love, then push you around no shove
And they done threw dirt on my name, I wash my hands with niggas
No dove
And don't get it confused
Not a street nigga im a hood baby, no thug
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Writer(s): Terrence Arnold
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