Oh Well
I Get Real Shit Everytime Man I Just Dont Get It You Know Im Sayin'
You Aint Learn The Game From Me
Im The One That Gave You Bow I aint Got Nun To Lie Bout
Gambling In These Streets Till You Fuck Around And Crab Out
Gave Em Real Shit, Told Em Real Shit
Got Personal In Them s And They Say The Truth Will Hurt You Oh Well
Oh Well
Lil Kids In The Hood They Look Up To A Nigga
Dont Know I Serve They Maa N Daddy Got Cooked Up With A Nigga
Big Brother Shot Them Pistols And Got Booked Up With A Nigga (Bang)
Real Niggas Do Real Things We Was Bumpin Jigga Forreal
(Ayy They Say Streets Watching Nigga)
Bumpin Jigga Forreal
Lost One
Lost Two
And Lost Three
I Hope My Youngings Kill Who Ever Kill Me (Talkin Murder)
I Went To Cop And End Up Gettin That Shit For Free
Got Depressed Poppin Zans Damn Near ODed
Went Against The Hood Fell Out With The OGs
Cuz I didnt Follow The Structure Bout Sum Shit I Didnt Believe
(Ayy We Suppose To Get Money Lets Get Money We Aint Getting Money What We Doin?) What We Doing?
Look I Dont Claim Colors I Got Blood Brothers
I Got Real Niggas They Like My Blood Brothers
You Got Fake Homies They Yo Club Buddies
And When That Money Gone That When It Get Ugly
Yea Life Scary It Really Temporary
Who Gone Push One Collect Call Take The Compisary
Who Gone Make That Visit Every 1st
You Know That Fed Time Mandotary
Who Gone Pay Them Layers?
Who Gone Write Them Letters?
Who Gone Raise Them Kids?
Who Gone Be There For You?
Hoes Aint Got No Patience You Know What You Facin'
That To Many Years You Know That Hoe Aint Waitin
What Happen To Yo Partner Them Yall Was So 100
You know Them niggas Out There Making Money and They Send you Nothin'
He Suppose to be Yo Codifendent But He With The State
Same Nigga Yall Ate Off The Same Plate
Oh Well
(I Keep Tryna Tell The Niggas Mane The Same Nigga That Be With You Everyday with That Extra Shit That Gone Be The Nigga Dat Fuck Yo Whole Life Up Nigga You Know Im Sayin?)
Look I Can Give You Niggas Lectures All Day
Art Of Hustle On The Muthafuckin Way
See Its Laws To This Mtf Game Its Rules
New Money Rules Stay The Same and Far Well
You Dont Listen Oh Well
They Expect Us to Fail
New M8 Same Jail
(OH WELL)
Fuck It
Its The Rs my nigga
You Dont Take Care Yo Fam or You Do
Do What You Kno Or You Dont
Prison Time Or Fed Time
You Aint Learn The Game From Me
Im The One That Gave You Bow I aint Got Nun To Lie Bout
Gambling In These Streets Till You Fuck Around And Crab Out
Gave Em Real Shit, Told Em Real Shit
Got Personal In Them s And They Say The Truth Will Hurt You Oh Well
Oh Well
Lil Kids In The Hood They Look Up To A Nigga
Dont Know I Serve They Maa N Daddy Got Cooked Up With A Nigga
Big Brother Shot Them Pistols And Got Booked Up With A Nigga (Bang)
Real Niggas Do Real Things We Was Bumpin Jigga Forreal
(Ayy They Say Streets Watching Nigga)
Bumpin Jigga Forreal
Lost One
Lost Two
And Lost Three
I Hope My Youngings Kill Who Ever Kill Me (Talkin Murder)
I Went To Cop And End Up Gettin That Shit For Free
Got Depressed Poppin Zans Damn Near ODed
Went Against The Hood Fell Out With The OGs
Cuz I didnt Follow The Structure Bout Sum Shit I Didnt Believe
(Ayy We Suppose To Get Money Lets Get Money We Aint Getting Money What We Doin?) What We Doing?
Look I Dont Claim Colors I Got Blood Brothers
I Got Real Niggas They Like My Blood Brothers
You Got Fake Homies They Yo Club Buddies
And When That Money Gone That When It Get Ugly
Yea Life Scary It Really Temporary
Who Gone Push One Collect Call Take The Compisary
Who Gone Make That Visit Every 1st
You Know That Fed Time Mandotary
Who Gone Pay Them Layers?
Who Gone Write Them Letters?
Who Gone Raise Them Kids?
Who Gone Be There For You?
Hoes Aint Got No Patience You Know What You Facin'
That To Many Years You Know That Hoe Aint Waitin
What Happen To Yo Partner Them Yall Was So 100
You know Them niggas Out There Making Money and They Send you Nothin'
He Suppose to be Yo Codifendent But He With The State
Same Nigga Yall Ate Off The Same Plate
Oh Well
(I Keep Tryna Tell The Niggas Mane The Same Nigga That Be With You Everyday with That Extra Shit That Gone Be The Nigga Dat Fuck Yo Whole Life Up Nigga You Know Im Sayin?)
Look I Can Give You Niggas Lectures All Day
Art Of Hustle On The Muthafuckin Way
See Its Laws To This Mtf Game Its Rules
New Money Rules Stay The Same and Far Well
You Dont Listen Oh Well
They Expect Us to Fail
New M8 Same Jail
(OH WELL)
Fuck It
Its The Rs my nigga
You Dont Take Care Yo Fam or You Do
Do What You Kno Or You Dont
Prison Time Or Fed Time
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Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, 1
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