Did It Alone
CK brings the heat
I done made it alone
Caught a lil nigga, he chatting online
Man, the police done found nigga missing his dome
Man, you know what we on
It don't help that your shorty, she horny
We up in the whip while she lick on my chrome
Finna hit it like yeah
I do not care where you from
Man that nigga, he walk on my block
But he ain't got a pass, so we sendin' him back up to God
Man, we sendin' him back up to God
Man, he ain't rep the mob, when he totin that Smith and the Wesson
Boy you know that we know he an opp
Boy you know you my son
I know you a pussy, you act like a thug
I'm feelin' like Melly, the Capri-Sun fun
Matter of slime
Finna cop me some funds
Mario, Judah, this nigga gon' run
My last stick done jammed, finna cop me a gun
Finna hit 'em like yeah
Finna hit 'em like yeah
Aiming that shit but I go for the
When I'm pushin' the button I aim for the head
Finna call up a hit while I'm layin' in bed
Better leave me alone while I'm countin' my bread
Damn, I ordered the menu, you heard what I said
Like, damn, yeah
Toss a band in the air
Man, R.I.P. to the girl coochie
You know how I leave her, she can't even sit in a chair
Man, R.I.P. to my bro Wizi
You know when I heard it, man, I was just shedding these tears
Man, R.I.P. to my bro Francis
You know how you got me just thinkin' that life ain't ever fair
R.I.P
I done made it alone
Caught a lil nigga, he chatting online
Man, the police done found nigga missing his dome
Man, you know what we on
It don't help that your shorty, she horny
We up in the whip while she lick on my chrome
Finna hit it like yeah
I do not care where you from
Man that nigga, he walk on my block
But he ain't got a pass, so we sendin' him back up to God
Man, we sendin' him back up to God
Man, he ain't rep the mob, when he totin that Smith and the Wesson
Boy you know that we know he an opp
Boy you know you my son
I know you a pussy, you act like a thug
I'm feelin' like Melly, the Capri-Sun fun
Matter of slime
Finna cop me some funds
Mario, Judah, this nigga gon' run
My last stick done jammed, finna cop me a gun
Finna hit 'em like yeah
Finna hit 'em like yeah
Aiming that shit but I go for the
When I'm pushin' the button I aim for the head
Finna call up a hit while I'm layin' in bed
Better leave me alone while I'm countin' my bread
Damn, I ordered the menu, you heard what I said
Like, damn, yeah
Toss a band in the air
Man, R.I.P. to the girl coochie
You know how I leave her, she can't even sit in a chair
Man, R.I.P. to my bro Wizi
You know when I heard it, man, I was just shedding these tears
Man, R.I.P. to my bro Francis
You know how you got me just thinkin' that life ain't ever fair
R.I.P
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Writer(s): Suleiman Kiggundu
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