Just Tellin U
Bitch let me pop my shit pop my shit nigga
Talk to them talk to them ugh
Two thousand six I was jailing
Seventeen on the yard with my them felons
I ain't bragging about the shit I'm just telling you
What I been through nigga you ain't ready for
I was ten years behind y'all had a better start
Got to watch for the snakes they be right in your face
Trying to steal off my plate get shot in your face
Fow fow fow
It will be your own race
It will be your own brother
Know a couple nigga who had to kill they own cousin
Can't fuck with a bitch if that hoe ain't hundred
Why you keep tracks on her nigga when you knew she was a runner
Real gutta nigga came up off the struggle
If you ain't talking money then you ain't said nothing
Ain't saying nothing been through it
Remember we was thugging at blewet
Fuck my daddy he wasn't home nigga
So the streets kept phoning a nigga
Can't say wop owe a nigga I'll pull up show a nigga
Cross me once ain't no coming back
Why y'all keep interviewing all these rats
And they even make movies about them
And these churches spreading fake gospel got damn
Two thousand six I was jailing
Seventeen on the yard with my them felons
I ain't bragging about the shit I'm just telling you
What I been through nigga you ain't ready for
I was ten years behind y'all had a better start
Got to watch for the snakes they be right in your face
Trying to steal off my plate get shot in your face
Fow fow fow
It will be your own race be your on race
Talk to them talk to them ugh
Two thousand six I was jailing
Seventeen on the yard with my them felons
I ain't bragging about the shit I'm just telling you
What I been through nigga you ain't ready for
I was ten years behind y'all had a better start
Got to watch for the snakes they be right in your face
Trying to steal off my plate get shot in your face
Fow fow fow
It will be your own race
It will be your own brother
Know a couple nigga who had to kill they own cousin
Can't fuck with a bitch if that hoe ain't hundred
Why you keep tracks on her nigga when you knew she was a runner
Real gutta nigga came up off the struggle
If you ain't talking money then you ain't said nothing
Ain't saying nothing been through it
Remember we was thugging at blewet
Fuck my daddy he wasn't home nigga
So the streets kept phoning a nigga
Can't say wop owe a nigga I'll pull up show a nigga
Cross me once ain't no coming back
Why y'all keep interviewing all these rats
And they even make movies about them
And these churches spreading fake gospel got damn
Two thousand six I was jailing
Seventeen on the yard with my them felons
I ain't bragging about the shit I'm just telling you
What I been through nigga you ain't ready for
I was ten years behind y'all had a better start
Got to watch for the snakes they be right in your face
Trying to steal off my plate get shot in your face
Fow fow fow
It will be your own race be your on race
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Writer(s): Emanuel Hamilton
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