And, yeah, man, sometimes (Baby on the beat)
And sometimes you can just know, you know what I'm sayin'
We done came a long way, you know what I'm sayin'
We ain't finna let shit stop us now
Finna keep this shit in motion, you know what I'm sayin'
Man, young nigga just ridin' 'round, man, swear he in San Francisco, man
You know what I'm sayin', man, ain't no shit, my nigga, just out here tryna catch a vibe
Man, I'm just ventin' to myself, you know what I'm sayin'
That's on the gang, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, I'll never tell, that's the news' job (Nigga, never)
Baby, I ain't trickin' on you, that's your due job (I ain't trickin')
You ain't providin' for the family, get a new job (Get a new one)
Fuck me good, cook me dinner, get a boob job (Get a boob job)
Heard they say that I'm a rapper, but I'm still actin' (Still actin')
Still ain't made it out the hood, so I'm still trappin' (Still trappin')
He don't even own a gun, nigga still lackin' (Still lackin')
I keep callin' all these plays, bitch, I'm Phil Jackson
My lil' brother steady fiendin', tryna catch a body (Fiendin')
I ain't make it to the room, I fucked her in the lobby (Make it)
Niggas killed my older brother, still ain't yeah
Niggas killed my older brother, still ain't talked to cops (Still ain't talked to cops)
Did my lil' time and fell back on 'em (And fell back on 'em)
Stopped poppin' pills, now I'm back on 'em (Now I'm back on 'em)
Cut them niggas off, now I'm back normal (Now I'm back normal)
Got the strippers rushin' to us, we throw racks on 'em (Throw racks)
Shout out Mixie, kept it stitch when they interrogatin' you (Shout out Mixie)
Can't show the hand that I was dealt, I had a pair of Aces (Can't show it)
Why you clutchin' on that pistol? Nigga scared to spray it (Why you clutchin'?)
Get on my knees and pray to God, but I ain't scared of Satan
And everybody ain't for you, got to peep the signs (Gotta peep the signs)
Couldn't eat up off they plate, but want a piece of mine (But want a piece of mine)
Nigga, I been out the way, I need a peace of mind (Peace of mind)
You left your gun up at the crib, bitch, I ain't leavin' mine (Bitch, I ain't leavin' mine)
I been countin' every blessings, it could be today ('Cause it could be today)
Jail visits from my mama, they was face to face (They was face to face)
When the Rovers hit the block, I had to hop the gate (I had to hop the gate)
I'm used to thuggin' frontline, I been out the way (Frontline)
I told Jayanna if she need me, don't be scared to ask me (Call me)
I had to leave them hoes alone, I had a son with Ashley (Son with Ashley)
Feds been lurkin', I been home, I can't let 'em grab me (I can't let 'em grab me)
Cost my bitch a light ten to slap her on the ass cheeks (On the ass cheeks)
You ain't been through shit, boy, you silver spoon (You ain't been through it)
Better stop with all that trollin', we gon' get with you (We gon' get with you)
Real niggas ain't dead, I'm the livin' proof (The livin' proof)
A hundred inch TVs in my livin' room (In my livin' room)
.40 on my side, 'proach with precaution (Bah, bah)
Rap about the pape' 'cause I get it often (Get it often)
When you in this game, you gotta take some losses (Gotta take some losses)
I used to hang around the workers, now I'm with the bosses (I'm with the bosses)
Another baby on the way, I gotta move strategic (I gotta move strategic)
Niggas users and abusers, cuttin' off the leeches (Cut 'em off)
I ain't pickin' up my phone, I'm too busy grievin' (I ain't pickin' up)
The ones you grew up with when young'll be the ones you beef with (Be the ones)
I had love for some niggas that I'm funkin' with (I had love)
These lil' niggas, they don't even know what motion is (They don't know it)
Nigga, I ain't off track, I been focusin' (Yeah, I been focusin')
You don't like that nigga, go and smoke him then, bitch
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