[Lil Zay Osama]
Know what I'm sayin'?
See, we rap 'bout it 'cause we live it, you know what I'm sayin'? (Fatman, you did this?)
We ain't never rap 'bout what we ain't goin' through, you know?
I'm really like the motivation for the trenches, though, you know?
They look up to me, know what I'm sayin'?
See what I been through, see where I come from, you know what I'm sayin'?
And that's they motivation
[Lil Zay Osama]
I was in the streets with the felons, then caught me a felon
Niggas we did shit with, they was tellin'
The opps keep dissin', they music ain't sellin'
'Bows through the mail 'cause my shorties gon' sell it
They crashin' the strikers, they movin' too careless
Lil Ant a savage, I tell him, "Be careful"
Your brother keep tweakin', bitch, you better tell him
Boy, I spank shit, boy, I'll nail him
Them niggas you hang with, told you dangerous
R.I.P. Keed, you niggas be nameless
Ain't never did shit, ain't never killed shit
He in the way, foenem gon' paint him
Car was fucked up, they was leavin' me danglin'
I was down bad, takin' money from strangers
Pop me a Xan' to calm my anger
Fucked on a bitch, asked who she bank with
[Lil Zay Osama]
Bitch, I'm a hundred for sure (For sure)
I ain't tote nothin' just for show (For show)
I need a hundred a show (A show)
For every one of my shows (Shows)
I don't know why they hate on me
Deep-throat, she put that spray on me
They mad they dropped that case on me
Lam' truck, went from A to Z (Skrrt)
I'm a part of the killers, a part of the dealers
A part of the murder rate, I do contribute
If it ain't real, then, nigga, I don't feel you
If it ain't real, then, nigga, I don't hear you
Bro locked up and I hope he appeal it
And bro got shot, I just hope he healin'
Long as I live, blood gon' keep spillin', hmm
Forever the gang, yeah, yeah, mm (Yeah)
Can't put dirt on my name, yeah, yeah, mm, mm
[Lil Zay Osama]
I was in the streets with the felons, then caught me a felon
Niggas we did shit with, they was tellin'
The opps keep dissin', they music ain't sellin'
'Bows through the mail 'cause my shorties gon' sell it
They crashin' the strikers, they movin' too careless
Lil Ant a savage, I tell him, "Be careful"
Your brother keep tweakin', bitch, you better tell him
Boy, I spank shit, boy, I'll nail him
Them niggas you hang with, told you dangerous
R.I.P. Keed, you niggas be nameless
Ain't never did shit, ain't never killed shit
He in the way, foenem gon' paint him
Car was fucked up, they was leavin' me danglin'
I was down bad, takin' money from strangers
Pop me a Xan' to calm my anger
Fucked on a bitch, asked who she bank with
[Lil Tjay]
Slide through the trenches, I'll go through the land
Some of us robbers, and some of us scam (Brr)
Stood on my business, I ain't never ran
Niggas claim they be killers, they ain't ever blam
Pray that my niggas don't do me like Jam
Better not tweak, my shit stay in my hand
Uplift the trenches, I pray and I can
I said it before, and I'll say it again
Say that's your homie, it's special, he butt
Lil' bro get on that, he shoot out the cut
Broke them already, we spinnin' for what?
These bitches be horny, and ready to fuck
Pop me a G since I feel like the man (Man)
Pop me a Percy, I pop me a Xan (Xan)
Droppin' these verses weren't part of the plan
Lil Tjay, done fucked with some money and ran (Ran)
Bitch I'm a hundred for sure
Generation, I run it for sure
Stacked that bread, 'cause I wanted to grow
What the fuck, I could take this? I wanted to know
Wrote this shit, just make fun of me though
Made it out when they wanted me low
Caught 'em slippin' he wanted me low
No, no, no, no (No)
[Lil Zay Osama]
I was in the streets with the felons, then caught me a felon
Niggas we did shit with, they was tellin'
The opps keep dissin', they music ain't sellin'
'Bows through the mail 'cause my shorties gon' sell it
They crashin' the strikers, they movin' too careless
Lil Ant a savage, I tell him, "Be careful"
Your brother keep tweakin', bitch, you better tell him
Boy, I spank shit, boy, I'll nail him
Them niggas you hang with, told you dangerous
R.I.P. Keed, you niggas be nameless
Ain't never did shit, ain't never killed shit
He in the way, foenem gon' paint him
Car was fucked up, they was leavin' me danglin'
I was down bad, takin' money from strangers
Pop me a Xan' to calm my anger
Fucked on a bitch, asked who she bank with
(Fatman, you did this?)
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