BLACK FLAG, Pt. 1
Aye man this beat hit so hard
Make you wanna smack the producer
I swear to god
Aye that's too much crank on that damn beat Willy
You hear me
Turn up
Told them niggas stay down man I stamp we almost there
Couple niggas changed now but the real ones still right here
It really ain't no way around just went through the storm yeah
Before them things touch the ground, already got em' sold yeah
And no I can't front ya now, I need every coin yeah
Now why this bitch keep asking for a handout, leave me lone yeah
I ain't with that fuck shit baby, I don't wan condone that
Yeah you can just suck my dick but still won't get no dough yeah
Took about 100 trips, going up and down the road yeah
You can't tell me how to work my shit, you don't like it, go on yeah
In the streets when you getting that bread
Sometimes you got' move with that lead
Fuck we look like tryna beef with them boys
My bro ready to take off heads
G-17, the 19 and 23
We stuffing em' up with Kriss Vecs
I had to tell them boys just read it and weep
And nigga I'm on to the next
I wanna tell my momma mission complete
And we don't got' live no stress
Tryna get my brother out the trap
Clean the money up through the business
I wanna find a love that's all mine
But I don't know how long that's gone be
Talking bout holding me down through the dark times
I don't know, you know talk is cheap
My evil twin keep talking bout dumps
We bringing the bands in nigga for free
I want the double R, talking the Cullinan
Want the doors up west to the east
I want a big ol' ass house for all of my cousins, my nephews and both of my nieces
I'm thankful for all of my downs, they just like my ups, that really turned me to a beast
Before I ever filled in them rounds, was rough arming niggas, I'm sorry we just had to eat
She want me to turn her around and dig in her stomach, I lift that bitch off of her feet
Why the fuck everyone left out the studio, nigga know Imma rap rest of the beat
I put my blood and my sweat in this shit lil' nigga, you know I be cranking the heat
I don't gotta call myself the fucking goat, I look at my gang, that's what they calling me
A whole lotta late nights and then early mornings, you know a young nigga can't get no sleep
I'm off of the tab nigga while I'm performing
Off of the shrooms while I vibe in the stu
I'm high as fuck nigga I'm seeing the orbit
But I don't be paranoid nigga like you
I know your main man nigga really informant
Why the fuck you keep that nigga with you
My cousin still hopping in cars no alarming
I told him I hate it but that's how he move
Yeah this shit really getting enormous
Tell me the fuck what you niggas gon do
Tell they bitch ass man I'll burn down the forest
Gimme my crown nigga that shit is due
You ain't go through none of the shit I went through for it
Can't walk a mile in my shoes
I went to hell and I ran the shit back like Portis
Ain't no way I'm finna lose
Make you wanna smack the producer
I swear to god
Aye that's too much crank on that damn beat Willy
You hear me
Turn up
Told them niggas stay down man I stamp we almost there
Couple niggas changed now but the real ones still right here
It really ain't no way around just went through the storm yeah
Before them things touch the ground, already got em' sold yeah
And no I can't front ya now, I need every coin yeah
Now why this bitch keep asking for a handout, leave me lone yeah
I ain't with that fuck shit baby, I don't wan condone that
Yeah you can just suck my dick but still won't get no dough yeah
Took about 100 trips, going up and down the road yeah
You can't tell me how to work my shit, you don't like it, go on yeah
In the streets when you getting that bread
Sometimes you got' move with that lead
Fuck we look like tryna beef with them boys
My bro ready to take off heads
G-17, the 19 and 23
We stuffing em' up with Kriss Vecs
I had to tell them boys just read it and weep
And nigga I'm on to the next
I wanna tell my momma mission complete
And we don't got' live no stress
Tryna get my brother out the trap
Clean the money up through the business
I wanna find a love that's all mine
But I don't know how long that's gone be
Talking bout holding me down through the dark times
I don't know, you know talk is cheap
My evil twin keep talking bout dumps
We bringing the bands in nigga for free
I want the double R, talking the Cullinan
Want the doors up west to the east
I want a big ol' ass house for all of my cousins, my nephews and both of my nieces
I'm thankful for all of my downs, they just like my ups, that really turned me to a beast
Before I ever filled in them rounds, was rough arming niggas, I'm sorry we just had to eat
She want me to turn her around and dig in her stomach, I lift that bitch off of her feet
Why the fuck everyone left out the studio, nigga know Imma rap rest of the beat
I put my blood and my sweat in this shit lil' nigga, you know I be cranking the heat
I don't gotta call myself the fucking goat, I look at my gang, that's what they calling me
A whole lotta late nights and then early mornings, you know a young nigga can't get no sleep
I'm off of the tab nigga while I'm performing
Off of the shrooms while I vibe in the stu
I'm high as fuck nigga I'm seeing the orbit
But I don't be paranoid nigga like you
I know your main man nigga really informant
Why the fuck you keep that nigga with you
My cousin still hopping in cars no alarming
I told him I hate it but that's how he move
Yeah this shit really getting enormous
Tell me the fuck what you niggas gon do
Tell they bitch ass man I'll burn down the forest
Gimme my crown nigga that shit is due
You ain't go through none of the shit I went through for it
Can't walk a mile in my shoes
I went to hell and I ran the shit back like Portis
Ain't no way I'm finna lose
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Fogg
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