Neva Under
All of them, thought I would fall, but still I stand tall
Gremlin's is in my circle, man, we come to take it all
Runnin' packs, ain't movin' smalls I been feelin' peachy since I've been movin
On Mama told me, son, men, gotta stand strong
Put a 50 on it, now my pistol stand tall, man, I hate the withdraw
Shorty love the menthol, comin' from roaches in the kitchen
The water whippin', drink sippin', pack flippin' Dirty pistol missin' in the fuckin' river
Codine fuckin' on my liver, old stains give me shivers
Never sleepin', breadwinner, said she hungry, gave her dick for dinner
Lord knows I'm a sinner, thinkin' on the past and I'm thinkin' on the bag
Gotta play in your position, opposition, stay persistent
Steady talking choppa a listen, now, he sleepin' with the fish, nah, he sleepin' with the fish
Pretty bitty from Miami, eat it up, don't need a plan B
Knowin' that they can't stand me, cookin' shit up with my granny
Couple' bans up in the safe, takin' shit we put away
Coupons on them early graves, can't identify him by his face
Wake up feeling great, what's this shit they gotta say
Yes, I know my life ain't made, better than what you fuck-ups are doin
Playin' like you makin' movements, really know you're role is useless
Clueless on half the shit you doin
You clueless, bitch
It's motherfuckin' Kota, always here, bitch
I ain't never goin
Gremlin's is in my circle, man, we come to take it all
Runnin' packs, ain't movin' smalls I been feelin' peachy since I've been movin
On Mama told me, son, men, gotta stand strong
Put a 50 on it, now my pistol stand tall, man, I hate the withdraw
Shorty love the menthol, comin' from roaches in the kitchen
The water whippin', drink sippin', pack flippin' Dirty pistol missin' in the fuckin' river
Codine fuckin' on my liver, old stains give me shivers
Never sleepin', breadwinner, said she hungry, gave her dick for dinner
Lord knows I'm a sinner, thinkin' on the past and I'm thinkin' on the bag
Gotta play in your position, opposition, stay persistent
Steady talking choppa a listen, now, he sleepin' with the fish, nah, he sleepin' with the fish
Pretty bitty from Miami, eat it up, don't need a plan B
Knowin' that they can't stand me, cookin' shit up with my granny
Couple' bans up in the safe, takin' shit we put away
Coupons on them early graves, can't identify him by his face
Wake up feeling great, what's this shit they gotta say
Yes, I know my life ain't made, better than what you fuck-ups are doin
Playin' like you makin' movements, really know you're role is useless
Clueless on half the shit you doin
You clueless, bitch
It's motherfuckin' Kota, always here, bitch
I ain't never goin
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Writer(s): Gabriel Plant
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