Legacies
If they put me in that room, boy, I promise I won't tell
For I snitch on one of mines I think I'll probably go to hell
Told my momma I can't fail
Gotta get us out the jets
I'll be damned if I don't make it and know I didn't try my best
Shit what's next, heard my homeboy tried to go and text my ex
I ain't worried when I catch 'em imma hit him in his chest
Fuck a flex, rather put up all my money and invest
Tryna build an empire like DJ Khalid, we the best
How you say that you a God but you got beat up by my cousin
Keep this shit a hunnid, RJ wanted smoke and you was running
Fuck that nigga Thomas
Everybody know your ass is gay Told your bitch-ass that you best stop playing on my cousin's name Can't beef with no nigga if I think that boy irrelevant
I just might beat a nigga up like I did homie shit
How you out here blowing all your money, can't even pay your rent
Why you out here cuffing that lil' hoe like we ain't have that bitch
Been about that life, every since I was a jit
How the fuck she said she love me and then suck my homie dick
Every since that day, I ain't never love no bitch
If they put me in the dirt, I'm the one that they won't miss gang
Yes, I got them hits like a boxer cause I'm sporty
I'ma do this music shit to the day that I turn 40
Shout out Christian, that's my twin, me and him like Rick and Morty
Yes, I heard that God talking and his shit sound kind of corny
Fuck the realest in the O, bitch, I been the greatest
You don't agree with me, then you just a nigga hating
Tryna go against me, you done lost your fucking mind
My lil' homie get you gone and he do the time
Back in high school, ain't gon' lie, didn't think that I could rhyme
But then my homie hit me up like, man, you gotta try
And then I said that on my ass and I had got to writing
I dropped a EP, thought to myself, damn, I think I like this
And then my girlfriend introduced me to the studio
I dropped three albums and I started just a year ago
I had some people tell me that my music hit they soul
I knew I had to take it further with all of my bros
I hit up Kulture, next thing we had did was a show
I bet next year, y'all ass gon' hear me on the radio
Fuck a 204, I'm 619, like Rey Mysterio
Rest in peace, my boy Marquis, can't believe he really gone
Been about that life, every since I was a jit
How the fuck she said she love me and then suck my homie dick
Every since that day, I ain't never love no bitch
If they put me in the dirt, I'm the one that they won't miss gang
For I snitch on one of mines I think I'll probably go to hell
Told my momma I can't fail
Gotta get us out the jets
I'll be damned if I don't make it and know I didn't try my best
Shit what's next, heard my homeboy tried to go and text my ex
I ain't worried when I catch 'em imma hit him in his chest
Fuck a flex, rather put up all my money and invest
Tryna build an empire like DJ Khalid, we the best
How you say that you a God but you got beat up by my cousin
Keep this shit a hunnid, RJ wanted smoke and you was running
Fuck that nigga Thomas
Everybody know your ass is gay Told your bitch-ass that you best stop playing on my cousin's name Can't beef with no nigga if I think that boy irrelevant
I just might beat a nigga up like I did homie shit
How you out here blowing all your money, can't even pay your rent
Why you out here cuffing that lil' hoe like we ain't have that bitch
Been about that life, every since I was a jit
How the fuck she said she love me and then suck my homie dick
Every since that day, I ain't never love no bitch
If they put me in the dirt, I'm the one that they won't miss gang
Yes, I got them hits like a boxer cause I'm sporty
I'ma do this music shit to the day that I turn 40
Shout out Christian, that's my twin, me and him like Rick and Morty
Yes, I heard that God talking and his shit sound kind of corny
Fuck the realest in the O, bitch, I been the greatest
You don't agree with me, then you just a nigga hating
Tryna go against me, you done lost your fucking mind
My lil' homie get you gone and he do the time
Back in high school, ain't gon' lie, didn't think that I could rhyme
But then my homie hit me up like, man, you gotta try
And then I said that on my ass and I had got to writing
I dropped a EP, thought to myself, damn, I think I like this
And then my girlfriend introduced me to the studio
I dropped three albums and I started just a year ago
I had some people tell me that my music hit they soul
I knew I had to take it further with all of my bros
I hit up Kulture, next thing we had did was a show
I bet next year, y'all ass gon' hear me on the radio
Fuck a 204, I'm 619, like Rey Mysterio
Rest in peace, my boy Marquis, can't believe he really gone
Been about that life, every since I was a jit
How the fuck she said she love me and then suck my homie dick
Every since that day, I ain't never love no bitch
If they put me in the dirt, I'm the one that they won't miss gang
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Writer(s): Shaun Hicks
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