Welcome To LamboLand 2

It's still welcome to the land, like fuck the suckers, they don't ever come to play ball
We know you fuu, but tell the truth, I really hate y'all
Capping in the booth is really crazy, who done raised y'all
I'm tryna put my foot up in they tooth until it break off, I'm trippin' bout my dead niggas

And for the ones who left, I'm steppin' till the ones that stand against us is all dead victims, for real
If y'all go down, I bet y'all make a deal. If I go down, I bet I'll never squeal
It is what it is, the real gon' always recognize the real
So if you not, you won't know how I feel, or understand this shit

Brody scored a pint and got a deal, I ain't finna cop if it ain't sealed
You know how I get, and I ain't pray to God up in a minute
I know that he don't like how I've been sinnin', but fuck it, I can't change the way I'm livin'
No, at least just not yet. I'm paranoid, but I still want a check

And scared money don't make money, and if it do, it don't make cents
Up in the trenches, you'll be fine if you just use your common sense
I don't repent for anything I did or said, and fuck your feelings
I'll care more about them when I'm gone and dead, we off the porch

And we the ones that carryin' the torch up in the north, yea we the ones
Cause all them other niggas, dorks, I swear I'm so done
Y'all ain't come outside till 2K21, I'm mobbin' till the suckers finally do something
If I don't got my pole, I got my poker, got it on me till it's over

Either way, I'm rockin' out, whether off pills or while I'm sober, I'm a soldier
Momma raised a man just like a boulder, so I'm movin' even if the weight of the world is on his shoulders, imma stoner
Yeah, momma, you should know your baby do drugs, Wockesha in my cup, yeah, that's my new love
Got me feelin' screwed up, and shout out DJ Screw, I hope you rest up

Don't wear a vest, I'm aiming for the neck up
Brody, get a check before you check us
If I sent you to that 'spital, you'll need more than just a checkup
On my momma, we from the ghetto, bro, we used to problems

Make the struggle shit look good and figure out the way to solve them
Yeah, we got 'em, I'm not a stranger to the very bottom
It's okay, I'll get to riches even if I have to rob 'em
On my momma, and yeah, I get some hate from both sides of the field that watch my plate

I got niggas from my section, don't wanna see me doin' great, but it's okay
If you ask me how I'm is, I'm doin' great
We say be smooth, not no be safe, because a safe can go get broken into
And we can take it where you want, and that's on God

And oh he said he from the, oh
Ight bet, cause I want all the issues
Make they momma need tissues, tryna fuck up they mental
You can die, bro, it's simple

Ah, ha, ha, ha
I'm not a God, but I can take you out before your time
Shit, I can take away your walk
And put this 40. in your spine

Make him resign, and everything was by design
Stupid
Ha
Play ball, play ball

It's MLB shit
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